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"Really? This early?" I asked him.
"Yeah. So you're talking to—"
"Oh, Oliver. You're so funny. Beer in the afternoon," I said, interrupting him quickly.
Foster looked at me. "You okay, Sis?"
"I'm fine. Why?"
"Because all of a sudden you're acting like someone on a game show."
"What do you mean?"
"You're acting all chirpy and shit. And just ten minutes ago, you were bitching and moaning about not knowing what you wanted to do with your life."
"Oh, well, you know how it is. I'm just happy we're all home, and we can get the place ready for Alice's arrival tomorrow."
"So we need to figure out how this will work," Foster said, frowning. "I think I'll have a beer with you, Oliver."
"Sure thing, man. You want a pale ale?"
"Yeah, I'll have one."
"What about you, Rosalie?" Oliver asked me as he opened the fridge door.
"Sure. Why not feel like part of the group?"
"Well, you are part of the group," Oliver said with a smile. He took three bottles out of the fridge, and I watched as he popped the caps off each of them. He walked over to me and handed me a bottle. His fingers brushed mine, and I almost jumped back. "Here you go, Rosalie, my darling."
"Shut up," I hissed at him. "I'm still mad at you."
"Yet you're talking to me," he said softly.
"Only because Foster's here."
"Oh, so you don't want him to know that you're pissed off at me."
"I don't want him to know that we almost had sex. Do you?"
Oliver shrugged slightly. "I mean, I didn't do anything wrong. I walked away when you came on to me."
"You asshole," I said, glaring at him.
"Sorry. What did you say?" Foster said, staring at us with a confused expression on his face. "I couldn't hear you properly."
"Oh, nothing. I was just telling Oliver that he should give me his bedroom." I laughed. "And he should take the couch."
"Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen," Foster said, laughing as he walked over and grabbed his beer from Oliver. "So where exactly is Alice going to sleep? I mean, she can sleep in my bed, but I don't think she'd like that. I mean, she wouldn't mind if it was with me."
I stared at Foster. "Are you offering us your bedroom?"
"No, that's not what I was offering."
"Then what?" My jaw dropped. "Oh, my gosh, Foster. You were not saying that you could sleep with Alice."
"Not going to sleep sleep with her. I was just saying she could share the bed." He shrugged. "I mean, she's your best friend. She's a friend of mine, you know?"
"So you'd be okay if I shared the bed with Oliver?"
