Conor:Maya.
Maya:I own it. Legally. And I am of age.
Maya:Why? Did you not like it?
Maya:Are you saying that I’m ugly?
Conor:Are you trying to give me an aneurism?
Maya:Listen, use it as you will
Maya:If you don’t want to look at it, you can always delete it.
Conor:I’m not going to fucking delete it.
Maya:But what you’re saying is that I should absolutely not send you more, wearing less?
Conor:Fuck.
Eli and Ruereturn before Conor, tanned and relaxed and loose-limbed, smiling like they’re high on the most magical cocktail of uppersanddowners, not yet ready to start keeping their hands off each other.
“I’m going back to my apartment,” I yell five minutes after Eli deposits his suitcases at the foot of the stairs. I stuff the bag ofloukoumithey brought back under my arm, and sigh when I receive no acknowledgment.
“It’s so lonely at my place,” I tell Conor later, phone wedged between my shoulder and ear as I cut tomatoes. “The AC is about to crap out. I have no plants—no dogs. I should get one. Oooh, should I get acat? Austin Pets Alive! always has the cutest—”
“Where’s Jade?”
“At her parents’ for the next two weeks.” I sigh. “It’s okay. I have plenty to do, I just miss having pets, and—”
“Go to my place.”
I stop midchop. “Do you have a secret ferret I don’t know about?”
“No.”
“Then how would that change anything? Your house is still deserted, and—”
“My AC works. And I have an alarm. It’d be safer. My bed is probably more comfortable than yours, housekeeping comes once a week, I have a large TV—”
“When’s the last time you watched a movie? I know it’s a hard question, so you have ten whole minutes to come up with a reply.”
A groan. “Maya.”
“Yeah?”
“Just go to my damn house.”
I grin. Pop a tomato slice into my mouth. “I’d love to. Should I break in? Window in the back?”
“Eli has a set of spare keys.”
“Hmm.” A beat. “You know that if I go to him and ask, he’ll realize that—”
“Yes,” Conor says.
And that’s that.
Conor arrives homein the middle of the night, the day before he was originally scheduled to.