Page 31 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

I’m so sorry I had to leave. Thanks for the other day. I had a great time.

He left me on read.

“Did you text him after?” TJ asks as we amble toward Theo’s place together.

We were supposed to have our calculus lesson at his house, but my car’s dashboard is covered in check engine lights, so I’m trying my best to keep my driving to a minimum. TJ suggested that we use Theo’s place while he and his roommates are in class. It’s right on campus.

“Yup. He never replied,” I say as TJ inserts the key into the lock and opens the front door. I didn’t know he still had a key to the party house. But then again, he and the guys are close enough that they wouldn’t worry about him keeping it.

“Are you sure it’s okay we’re having our lesson here?” I ask.

“Yeah, Theo’s cool with it.” TJ leads the way into the kitchen. “You should text Aaron again. Maybe he forgot to reply.”

I laugh at that.

That issucha boy thing to say.

“Bullshit. He’s just not into me.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from all those years I’ve spent being obsessed with Theo, it’s that when a guy wants you, you’ll know. I promised myself I’d never chase anyone who doesn’t care ever again.

TJ drops his backpack on the coffee table in the living room. “If you ask me, it’s just as well. Aaron’s not right for you.”

I drop onto the couch pushed against the far wall. “Why’s that?”

I unzip my bag and shove a hand inside, searching for my math textbook. I’ve just found it when TJ drops next to me on the couch. He’s so close our thighs are touching.

“Does Aaron look like the type of guy who eats you out until your legs start shaking?”

My brain short-circuits.

I stare at TJ, who’s flipping through the pages of his own textbook, cool as a cucumber.

Only then does he notice the look on my face, his lips twitching into a smile. “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

Does he mean… have I thought about him and I…?

“You and Aaron. What it would look like.”

Right,that’swhat he meant.

“Aaron’s such a proper, good little boy there’s no way he could get you off. You need someone who can ruffle your feathers. And it’s been so long for you it wouldn’t hurt if the next guy taught you a thing or two.”

I clear my throat, feigning indifference. “What makes you so sure it’s been a long time?”

He smirks, his know-it-all attitude grinding my gears. “I’m guessing at least six months, or you wouldn’t be this uptight.”

I swallow hard, fidgeting with my textbook.

Then I look up to see his face fall.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

“What?”

“It’s been longer, hasn’t it?” he deduces.

My cheeks start to heat. “Of course not.”

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