"No. What didImake youfeel?" She runs two wet fingers down my chest, resting just above where my heart should be.
"I don't know. What was I supposed to feel?"
"Loved."
My eyes shoot open to find hers right there. I glance back and forth between them, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not.
"You didn't specifywhatyou wanted to feel. You just said you wanted to feel." Her words and the tone she uses give me my answer. Fia isnotjoking.
Fuck, maybe Iambroken.
Chapter Twenty-Six
B
With my ice cream in one hand, I unlock the door to the apartment with the other. I walk in and find Fia, Lou, and Iris all sitting on my couch.
“Nope.” I walk backward out the door and close it.
Iris’s sweet voice barely carries through the thick door. “B, wait!”
I don’t know why, but I can’t move. I just stand there facing the door, my hand still on the handle. When Iris pulls the door open, the handle is ripped away, and my arm falls to my side. Iris is startled that I’m standing right by the door. She likely expected me to be halfway down the stairs by now. I would be, if my brain could tell me feet to move. But if I’m being honest, since sleeping with Fia last night, my brain hasn’t been firing on all cylinders. I mean, I accidentally ordered Oreo instead of Butterfinger ice cream. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“What are you guys doing here?”
“We’re just hanging out.”
She’s the worst liar.
“The three of you were hanging out without me?” One of my eyebrows is raised in questioning, my tone is flat but sharp as a knife. They’re all friends, but I’m the one person they all have in common. They’reneverhanging out without me.
“Well…no. We were waiting for you.”
I walk past her, into the living space, to find Lou sitting there with a sheepish look on her face. Fia is avoiding eye contact.
“Is this supposed to be some sort of sad intervention? Because I swear to God?—“
“No. Please just sit down. We’re just here to make sure you’re okay.” Iris reaches out her hand and rests it on my shoulder.
“I’m fine. Jeez, you guys are so dramatic sometimes.”
I walk past Iris and toss my purse on the bench beside the door, spitefully. I look at Lou’s face to see her body tense. She wants me to hang my purse up on the hook where it’s “supposed to go” instead of just throwing it where I please. Not gonna happen. I’m too mad to accommodate someone else’s issues right now.
As I walk past Fia, I scowl. “I’m guessing you called in the troops?”
“I may have.” My strong Fia is acting suspiciously timid for once. Is she afraid of me right now?
I pass the open seat they left for me on the couch and sit in a chair off to the side instead. “Alright, let’s hear it. Throw your worst at me. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m broken. Tell me that I’m making a huge mistake.”
“Do you believe any of those things?”
I stare at Lou, who hasn’t said a word until just now. She sits between Iris and Fia with her arms crossed over her chest.
“No.”
Lou nods, like that's exactly what she expected me to say, but she doesn’t buy it.
“How much did Fia tell you guys?” I turn my attention to her. “How much?”
