Page 33 of It's Complicated

I shrugged minutely, not understanding him.

Rolling his eyes, he pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

Still not sure what was going on, I watched him type something. A moment later, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Covertly, I slipped it free and checked my texts.

Asa: you’re being obvious

I shot him a confused look. Obvious? What did he mean by that?

He typed out another text.

Asa: rein in the resting bitch face

Asa: unless you want everyone to know about you guys

I almost dropped my phone. He knew? How the fuck had he figured it out?

Asa smiled serenely and tucked his phone away.

“You look like you’re catching flies.” Jamie punched me in the shoulder. “Is Asa ruining your childhood again and pointing out all the flaws in your favorite movies?” he teased.

“You know me, I’m the ruiner of all good things.” Asa rolled one shoulder in a delicate shrug. “It’s a gift.”

I chuckled, or at least tried to. It came out sounding more like an old lawnmower engine puttering out than anything close to a laugh.

I was still stuck on Asa figuring out something happened between Jamie and me.

He was observant and usually figured shit out way before anyone else, but how the hell had he done it that quick?

I hadn’t said anything at work, barely talking about Jamie at all this past week. I’d been a bit off, still confused as fuck as to what was going on with me and Jamie, but I’d hidden it from everyone.

At least I thought I did.

But Asa knew.

Did I care?

Not really.

I still had no idea how to label myself. Straight didn’t feel right, not after having my entire world rocked while getting off with my best friend. But bi didn’t really fit either. At least I didn’t think it did.

Either way, people calling me bi—or assuming I was—didn’t bother me. The thought of them knowing Jamie and I messed around did.

As adventurous as Jamie was when it came to sex and hooking up, he was an incredibly private person and hated when people talked about his sex life.

I didn’t really give a shit what people said about me or if they wanted to talk about how I was in bed, but anything that hurt Jamie hurt me. I couldn’t risk anyone else finding out. Not until I knew what the hell was going on and that Jamie and I were okay.

Asa wasn’t a gossip, and I trusted him to keep this to himself, but it would only be a matter of time until other people figured it out too. We needed to find a way to fix our friendship and go back to the way we were.

I sipped my beer, my head swimming with a crush of thoughts.

We hadn’t talked about the kiss or hooking up, and Jamie had been so jumpy around me that any thoughts I’d had about doing it again had flown right out the proverbial window.

I’d thought about it more times than I’d ever admit, but Jamie obviously hadn’t, and I refused to put him on the spot or make things even weirder between us by pushing things.

We just needed to get over it, put it behind us, and move on.

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