Hadley looked guilty and embarrassed at once.
“We’re fine. I did what I needed, but Peterson went all awkward on me, and I had to find somewhere she could go since girls can’t do it standing up.”
Dante chuckled. “Such a gentleman. Okay, we’ll get back on the road. We weren’t sure if you needed help. Don’t loiter.”
I hung up and saw her outraged look. “What? We’re either late because I had to find a place for you to pee, or because we fucked. Which one do you want them to know?”
“Your pillow talk is shit,” Hadley scolded, her arms folding across her chest as she glared out the window. “Why are peeing and screwing my only options?”
I gaped at her. “What other options are there?” I asked reasonably, and when she didn’t answer, I took that to mean I won.
She fell asleep about five minutes later.
I won the argument, I had sex with the hottest girl I knew, and I had a peaceful drive home.
It wasn’t such a bad day after all.
* * *
I’d driven Hadley straight home; I didn’t bother taking her to the dorm. I doubted any of us were rehashing the day tonight. We’d done a six-hour round trip, and I was beat. I knew my roommates would be too.
She’d mumbled goodnight and left the car without looking back. I waited until her light went on in her apartment.
I hadn’t planned to wait, I just did. Then I headed back to the dorms.
The apartment was dark, and I was glad I guessed right. I went straight to my room, gently closing the door so I wouldn’t wake anyone. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and put on my pajama shorts, ready for bed.
I jumped out of my skin when I opened the bathroom door, and Noah was sitting on my bed, grinning at me.
“So you nailed the reporter?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I whisper-hissed. “You damn near killed me.” I punched him on the arm. “Get off my bed, I’m tired. Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Slept on the way home. Savvy and I both had a nap. Dante’s probably sound asleep, and so is Savvy. I thought I’d wait up for you.”
I appreciated it, but I was also too tired for his shit. “Thank you. I’m fine, now fuck off.”
Noah stretched. “Did you talk about that night at all, or did you just get busy?”
I glared at him. “We talked about what Ava said.”
“Uh-huh. And what did you decide?” He moved when I pushed him out of the way, and shifted farther down the bed so I could get in.
“Are you going to sit on the end of my bed?” I demanded, trying and failing to lie down because his stupid bulk was taking up room.
“I’m comfy,” he protested.
“Get comfy in your own bed. I want to sleep. It was a tiring night.”
He smirked, and I kicked him. He groaned and stood up. “But I’m not sleepy.”
“And I’m not your mother, go to bed and stop being a brat.”
We had a stare-off.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, what did you three come up with?” I relented.
“Savannah thought she was really helpful but didn’t take well to the guys. I don’t think she’ll ever invite the mean girl to the wedding.”