Whatever. The embarrassment will pass.
Joke's on them: Ihavebeen getting fucked silly.
I sigh heavily. “Are we done yet?”
“Hell no,” Ari snickers. “But for now, yes.”
Just then, my phone dings again.
Achilles
It’s fine. Talk later.
I realize I’m glowering at my phone, and I can't stop even though I know that they’re both looking at me.
His brush-off feels…
Ugh, I don’t know.
It feels dismissive, and it annoys me. But I feel even more annoyed atmyselffor feeling that way at all. And round and round we go.
We’re not a couple.
Not a “we”, or “us”, or anything like that.
Me
no prob
Oh my God, cringe.
“I don't know,” I say, shrugging as I give them my best neutral face. “We’re just…” I shrug again. “You know, whatever.”
They glance at each other again.
“Can you please quit with the looks?” I sigh. “We…have an arrangement.”
“The sort of arrangement where you spend the next day walking around like you rode a horse all night?” Wren grins.
My face throbs.
“It’s not serious. We just…”
“Fornicate, frequently,” Wren says in a posh British accent.
I groan as I sink into the couch. “Yeah…that.”
Ari’s brow furrows. She opens her mouth, then shuts it.
“What is it?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“C’mon,” I grin. “It’s not like I can blush any harder than I already am.”
She smiles shyly, biting her lower lip. “Do you…like it??
Wren snorts. “Please. Have youseenthe way this girl is walking around with a shit-eating grin on her face these days?Yeah, hon, she likes it.”