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"You two look like elementary school kids who like each other but are afraid to get close."
Paige throws her head back laughing while I flip him off. Carter has never failed to make things awkward. It's one thing he lives for. When he first found out we were hooking up—by literally walking in on us mind you—he stood in the doorway and asked if it felt like fucking my sister. It didn't, and I don't have a fucking sister, but it definitely killed the mood.
As I go over to get my food, I make sure to slap Carter across the back of the head in the process. He whines about it for a second, but no part of him asks what it's for. He knows. But to be honest, it's nice that we seem to be getting back to how things were. Granted, the nightmares still keep me up at night, and the anxiety creeps in when I least expect it, but our friendship has been a lot better since Paige started coming around again. I don't want to punch him in the face. Or at least when I do, it's not as frequent.
THE THREE OF US spend the night eating Chinese and junk food, and watching some show that Paige seems to be obsessed with. It's one of those girly shows that either motivates you to be your best self or make you feel like shit. Carter seems to end up with the best-self reaction. He starts talking to us about how he's going to go change his major tomorrow to pre-med, and how he's going to volunteer at a food bank. All things he could do, and should do, but we both know he won't.
The whole night, I can't tell if Paige is flirting with me or just fucking around. I could be overthinking every move she makes, but I don't think it's a coincidence that when the couple on the screen started kissing, I caught her looking over at me.
She's thinking about it.
Carter ends up being the first to go to bed, leaving Paige and me in the living room. She stands up and stretches her back, and I hear as it cracks all the way down. The sound makes even me wince.
"What are you, sixty?" I tease her.
She narrows her eyes at me. "It's your couch. You know, for two rich assholes, you'd think your furniture would be a lot more comfortable."
"It came with the room," I justify. "We didn't get to pick it out."
"Well, it sucks."
"Clearly." I stand up and head into my room for a second, grabbing my pillow off my bed. "I'll take the couch. You go take my bed."
She shakes her head rapidly. "I can't do that. It's your bed. You shouldn't get the uncomfortable couch."
Fuck it. "We could both sleep in the bed."
It's a suggestion that I'm not even sure is completely serious. Especially not after I told her I was going to drop the subject. I'm even about to play it off as a joke when she opens her mouth.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Her eyes look like they've having a hard time staying open as she rubs them. "Yeah. I mean, it's just sleeping, right?"
"Right."
"Then sure."
Grabbing my pillow off the couch, I make my way back to my room as Paige follows. It's only a twin size bed, so the two of us are going to end up practically on top of each other, but at least it's more comfortable. I wasn't allowed to change the mattress out, but I was able to put a pillow top on it to make it a little more bearable.
"Do you want the wall or the edge?"
She tilts her head to the side as she thinks about it. "The edge. I don't want to wake you up in the morning when I'm trying to get out of bed at quarter after six."
I purse my lips as I realize she's right. "Good point."
Climbing onto the bed, I get as close to the wall as possible, and she gets in behind me. Even with my one arm flush against the cold sheetrock, we're still pressed together. I roll onto my side to try to give us more room, but she stays staring up at the ceiling.
"Goodnight, Paige."
She doesn't move an inch, not even to look over at me. "Goodnight."
A few minutes pass as I wait for her to close her eyes, but that time doesn't come. She blinks up at the ceiling, like it's not even there and she's watching the stars. It isn't until she moves her hand just slightly, that I realize I wasn't imagining things all night
.
Her hand moves across the bed until it ends up directly on my dick, and it instantly twitches. I can't really blame it, since I've gone longer than a monk without sex lately, but it's a bit disappointing when she rips her hand away.
