“Hey,” I say, opening the door for him.
“Hey!” He glances at me, kicking off his shoes.
“What’s up?”
He shakes his head, shrugging. “You got beer?”
I raise my brows, nodding at him to follow me to the kitchen. I hand him a bottle, and he opens it, gulping down half in one go.
“Something’s up?”
He doesn’t look at me, just shakes his head, taking another gulp. I frown, turning around to put the dried dishes away.
“Are you, uhm… Are you still seeing that Adam guy?” My selfish neighbor. I gave him another chance, and he gave me a repeat.
I snort. “No. Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me, right?” I glance at him, catching him frowning and shaking his head.
“Never mind.” I turn back again. “Uh, but no, I’m not seeing Adam anymore. Why?”
When he doesn’t say anything, I turn around, leaning back against the counter. He’s staring at the floor, tapping a finger on the bottle, biting his lips together.
“I’ve been thinking,” he mumbles.
“Yeah? How’d that go?” I snort. It doesn’t lighten the mood, or whatever the fuck is wrong with this situation. It’s making me anxious.
He looks up at me, under his lashes, still tapping a finger against the bottle. And then he stops.
“I’ve got a proposition for you.”
25
Seth
Kaden’spropositionisnota proposition at all.
It’s a one-way ticket to my fucking downfall. One of us has definitely lost his mind.
I stare at him, not believing my own ears. “What?”
He licks his lips, glancing away for a second. “Look,” he says, scratching his nose.
“You want us to hook-up?”
He opens his mouth, then closes it again, and rakes a hand through his hair. “Yeah.”
“Why? How? I mean, why? Like, what, friends with benefits kinda thing?”
He’s puffing up his cheeks, blowing out air. “Look, I know it’s insane, but we’ve already… done things. And, I don’t know, like…” He gestures vaguely at me. “You talked about platonic BJ’s and—”
“Oh, so, are you gonna suck my dick, too? Or is this a one-way street?” I cross my arms.
He stares at me for a beat and then drags a hand down his face. “You know what? Forget I said anything. It’s fucked up.I’mfucked up. I’m sorry! Forget the whole—”
“What?”
“What?”
“Dude! You can’t just drop that shit on me and then tell me to forget it. Are you for real?”
