Me
And making you come
Freckles
Have I mentioned I hate you?
The dopiest smile splits my face. The more she says she hates me, the less I believe it.
As soon as the penthouse empties, I call my chef.
“Allô.”
“Allô, Mathieu. Any chance you could cater a party for me two weekends from now? It’s my girlfriend’s birthday.”
Chapter 10
A Hardened Third Leg
Gabe
“Keeping busy, huh?”Indi inhales through her nose as the treadmill speed picks up.
Wiggly eyebrows suggest something I can’t decipher. I take a stab at a response.
“Yeah, you know me: all work, work, work.”
She side-eyes me. “Nice try. Spill.”
The corner of my mouth twists. “Sorry?”
“You’ve been officially dating Wade for three weeks, and I feel like I know more about it from the internet than you two.”
Kinda like we’re making public appearances on purpose.
“Hitting up all the usual haunts: Cafe Jardín, Avec, Au Lait. Holding hands, he’s posting cutesy pictures of you on Instagram…”
Warmth radiates through my palm with a memory of his clasp. I stretch my fingers, then clamp them into a fist before refocusing on running. Even out of my sight, Wade Boehner won’t leave me alone.
“I used to get all the dirty details.”
Don’t think she wants to hear about me frustratedly rubbing myself to sleep.
“No worries,” she says through a pant. “Landon, as it turns out,lovesto gossip. My guy gives me all the piping hot tea, sometimes in real-time.”
Doesn’t surprise me. Those two share everything. The man would crawl into her brain and stay there, given the chance. It’s disgusting. And also induces envy.
What is that like? To have someone to share with other than a bed or a body? Having a conversation with Kurt at any sort of emotional depth was like pulling teeth. Everything I gave, he returned in a fraction, and I accepted the bare minimum while he doted on every other woman instead.
Being in love makes you so stupid.
“I bet.”
“Yep, and all I’ve” —she struggles to speak— “heard about” —huff— “for the past two weeks” —huff— “is how you’ve broken every bed in the place.”
“What!” I whip my head to her.
“Good for you, girl. Get it.”