Page 40 of A Little Secret

“Did you take them yet? Prenatals, anti-seizure?—”

“Yes, Dr. Thorne. I’m aware of which meds you’re referring to.”

“And?”

“And I took them when we stopped for those burritos. Now.” She pats both sides of the bed. “Do you prefer one side of the bed to the other? Or…?”

Seriously, is the girl trying to kill me?

She’s sitting in the center of the bed with the sheets already pooled around her waist and her eyes glazed with drowsiness as she peers up at me.

“I’ll be sleeping on the floor,” I announce.

“Why? ‘Cause I’m so scary?”

“No, because Dylan says you move around a lot when you sleep, and I don’t feel like getting kicked in the balls at two in the morning all because I’m sharing a twin bed with you. But thanks.”

“Whatever. One, this isn’t a twin bed, it’s a…wait, what’s the size bigger than a twin but smaller than a queen?”

Rubbing at my tired eyes, I grumble, “I have no idea.”

“You’re right. All that matters is you’re wrong, and it’s bigger than a twin.”

“Get to your second point, Finley.”

“And twoooo,” she drags out, “Potentially being kicked is still better than attempting to sleep on the hard ground covered in stained carpet, don’t you think?”

I glance down at the carpet in question, noticing a large brown spot. Yeah, this is not my night. My expression pinches, and I look back at Fin, lying, “You make it sound like an easy decision, but they're closer to a tie than you think."

“Exactly,” she preens. “Although you do make a good point about Drew not being a fan of…” she wiggles her fingers between us. “This. So, let’s do toes to nose,” she decides.

I snort.

“Is that a problem?”

“Even if we’re toes to nose, our genitals are still?—”

“Ew.” Her nose wrinkles. “Did you really just say genitals?”

“Would you prefer I call it my cock and your puss?—”

She lifts her hand into the air and squeezes her eyes shut. “Nope, that’s worse.”

With a dry laugh, I scratch along my jaw, eyeing the opposite side of the bed warily. “Call it what you want, but they’re still lined up no matter how we sleep.” I lift my chin toward the bed. “Go to bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Griff—”

“Sleep,” I push.

She shifts onto her back and stares at the ceiling as I flick off the lights, grab a free pillow from the bed, and crouch, preparing to set the pillow on the ground. I hesitate at the last second. She isn’t kidding. There’s definitely a stain on the carpet, and I sure as shit don’t have to see it to know it’s there. Does brown have a smell? Honestly, I think it might.

My face sours as I contemplate my shitty life choices that led me here. If I want any actual rest tonight, sharing a bed with Fin isn’t a bad idea. The question is whether or not I have enough willpower to keep my hands to myself. Then again, I’ve done it for years, so…

My phone buzzes. Pulling it out, I find a message from Tina. She’s a junior. Gorgeous brown skin. Wide smile. Caramel eyes. We’ve known each other for a while now, and even hooked up a few times in the past, though not recently. Not since Finley moved in. I told myself I was distracted by hockey, and my abstinence had nothing to do with my best friend's little sister living under my roof. Hell, I’m still telling myself that, but it’s getting harder and harder to believe the lie. Especially now. When I’m stuck sleeping on the floor of a run-down hotel.

Tina

Hey, you. You up?

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