Page 91 of Steamy Ever After

In my room, I pull some sweats on and drop onto my bed, listening to the muffled conversation through our shared bedroom wall. It’s mainly one-sided, with Jane uttering some yeahs and sures every once in a while, so I grab my phone and text Will.

Me: Almost slept with Jane.

Will: NO FUCKING WAY! Wait, what do you mean almost?

Me: Your sister called. She broke up with Zeus.

Will: Fucking Zeus. So, when are you going in again?

I laugh and think about it. To quote Jane, maybe this was a sign and what we did in the laundry room should be the end of it all.

Will: You are going in again, right?

Me: I don’t know.

I drop my hand, still clutching my phone, and sigh. For once, I genuinely have no clue what my next move will be.

JANE

Joe’s soft lips kiss my shoulder with such tenderness that if I didn’t have my best friend on the other end of the line, I’d throw him down on the bed and pick up where we left off.

“Who’s there with you?” Gaby asks.

“Nothing, it’s the TV.” I glare at Joe as he leaves my room. The pillow I throw at him narrowly misses his head. “Okay, what happened?”

“We were going out for lunch,” Gaby begins with a deep breath. “Then Zach texted me an hour before asking where we should go.”

She stops speaking, so I wait a second before making sure the call hasn’t dropped. “Gaby, are you still there?”

She sniffles. “Yes.”

“Okay, so he texted you and…?”

“That’s it.”

I frown, sitting on my bed and tuck my legs under my blanket. “What’s it?”

“He asked me where we should eat.”

“I’m sorry. What am I not getting?”

“Jane. He should have made the plans. He should have picked a place.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I snap, annoyed and short because, hey, Joe was about to rail me good and hard, and Gaby interrupts it for this nonsense?

“No, I’m not kidding. If someone asks you out to eat, they should be in charge of everything.”

“Gaby, I love you, but you’re being ridiculous.”

“How so?”

“Because the guy was asking your opinion, letting you choose where to eat, and you got mad at him? Please tell me you didn’t break up because of that?”

“No. Not for that.”

“Okay, so there’s more?”

“Yeah. I yelled at him. Told him how offended I was that he didn’t have reservations. And then… I called him something.”

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