Page 134 of Flipping the Script

“Dibs? Are we twelve?” Grabbing the flashlight, I went to the left side of the bed. “And who’s Asa?”

“My buddy from work. He’s like a walking thesaurus. I played Scrabble with him once on our lunch break, and he absolutely destroyed me.”

I pulled back the sheets and climbed between them. Thank god I’d changed them before I left last weekend. “I haven’t played in years. We should play a round sometime.”

“Hard pass.” He climbed into the other side of the bed.

“What? Don’t want to risk getting your ass handed to you?”

He pulled the sheets over himself and settled on the pillow. “Do you really think that’s a good idea with our history?”

“Why not? We could make it interesting. Loser has to bottom.”

He barked out a laugh. “That’s not an advantage for you or anything.”

“It’s not like you don’t love my magic dick.” I waggled my eyebrows at him.

“I regret telling you that.”

“It’s not like you could hide it. I mean, I did make you come hands-free.Twice.”

He shot me a flat look, but it melted into a smile a moment later. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You mispronouncedamazing.”

His smile was still in place, but there was a look in his eyes I couldn’t place. He didn’t look upset or angry, but something was wrong.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded. “This is just turning out to be a really weird night.”

“Yeah.” I sighed and rolled onto my side so I was facing him.

He mirrored my pose.

We stared at each other for a long time.

He looked good in my bed. Like he belonged.

“I’ll get the light.” Twisting around, I flicked off the flashlight, plunging the room into near-total darkness.

I settled back on the pillow, my eyes slowly adjusting to the change. I couldn’t make out any of his features, just the outline of his body under the covers.

I was bone tired after all the shit that had gone down tonight, but my mind started spinning with a crush of thoughts as soon as I closed my eyes.

Things had shifted between us tonight, and they’d been moving in that direction for a while. I had no clue if he felt it too, but I couldn’t deny that my feelings had changed.

“I don’t think I ever hated you,” I said into the dark, my voice barely above a whisper.

“No?” came his soft answer.

“No. You annoyed the shit out of me, and I hated how you had everything I wanted, but I never hated you.”

“I had everything you wanted?”

Maybe it was the cover of darkness, but this was easier to say when I didn’t have to look at him.

“I thought you did, but now I know that what I saw was just what you wanted me to. What you wanted everyone to see.”

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