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I exhale, glad she understands. “So, how did you deal with being so unsure? I don't want to ask him.”
Delaney thinks for a second and then stands up, putting out her hand to pull me with her. I follow her through the condo and into her bedroom. The window to the balcony is open, and as we step into the room, she motions for me to stay quiet. We sit down on the bed and can hear their conversation perfectly. It might be wrong to eavesdrop, but I can't help myself.
“I don't know how he hasn't figured it out,” Knox says. “One look at the two of you and it’s obvious as fuck.”
“I almost told him. I was so close, but I didn't.”
My eyes widen as I hear his confession. If he's even considering telling Easton, whatever this is between us must mean something to him.
“Why didn't you?”
Zayn sighs. “Because I'm bad for her. I mean, come on. She's perfect. She should be dating someone in her pre-law program, not slumming it with me.”
“You think I don't feel that way about Delaney?” Knox argues. “Shit, man. Every damn day I wonder when she's going to smarten up and realize how much better off she is without me. But fuck if I won't enjoy every second before it happens.”
I look over at Delaney, and she rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. It's clear to anyone that she's in love with him. There isn't a thing in this world that could tear them ap
art.
“I know,” Zayn replies. “I just don't want to hold her back. I have no idea what she sees in me, and don't get me wrong, I'm lucky as fuck, but I know she could get someone so much better. She should get someone so much better. I just don't want her to.”
Knox coos. “Aww. Baby Bronsyn went and fell in love.”
The mention of the L-word has my heart racing in my chest, but Zayn doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he just laughs and calls Knox a shithead. It's not a denial, but it's also not an admission.
Delaney stands up and nods toward the door. When we get out into the hallway, she smiles at me.
“Boys are dumb, Amelia. Especially those two. But we love them anyway.”
And oh, how right she is.
THANKSGIVING DINNER IS A little different than the big turkey feast most people are used to. Turns out, my lie to Easton about McDonalds and cheap champagne wasn't so far off. Instead of cheeseburgers, however, we get Chinese food.
We're hanging out in the living room with non-traditional dinner. Zayn takes the couch while I sit on the floor, resting my head in between his legs. Delaney and I both share a bottle of wine, while Knox and Zayn are drinking beer—because pink wine is a girly drink, and they're just oh so manly.
It may be unusual, but I don't think I've ever been happier.
I crack open my fortune cookie and pull out the paper before handing the actual cookie to Zayn. I personally don't like them, but I still like reading my fortune.
“You two are so domesticated already, it's disgusting,” Knox teases.
Delaney nudges him. “Says the guy who practically moved me into his house within the first two weeks of dating.”
He shoves a piece of chicken into his mouth and shrugs. “The sex was good.”
“Was?” she asks with raised brows.
Zayn and I both laugh as Knox groans. “Do you really want me to tell you how amazing you are in bed right now? Because I will.” He puts his food down on the coffee table. “I especially love the way you—”
“Okay!” she yells to cut him off, and he snickers. “You have no chill.”
He winks at her, and I watch as she hangs on everything he is. I lean my head back to look at Zayn.
“Do I look at you that way?” I ask him.
He looks over at Delaney who is still smiling contently. “You're a bit more obvious with it.”
“Seriously?”
