Page 25 of There's No Us Without You
Pretty sure she doesn’t need both me and Will making her feel uncomfortable.
Also, is she going to eat that chicken? I’m fucking starving and my meal barely touched the sides. But asking her would be rude, right? I should just wait until she leaves, then steal her food.
Besides, I’m more than entertained by the awkward silence filling the room. The tension in the air is about as suffocating as someone shoving their fist down your throat. And while we’re on the subject of shoving things down throats, Will just needs to get his dick sucked. I know him well, and it’s been a while, based on his inability to unclench his fist resting on the table.
Although, the thought of him being with anyone else these days has me ready to get on my knees.
And I don’t submit to anyone—it’s not my style.
Forkful after forkful, Will shoves food into his mouth, barely chewing before he swallows.
Whatever his problem is, he’s going to have to get over it quick smart. It washisidea for Eden to move in after all, and he can’t ask her to leave now. That would be even worse than me asking for her leftovers.
Besides, she belongs here.
After a long moment of me darting my attention between Will and Eden, she pushes to her feet, the chair scraping across the tiled floor when she stands.
“I’m going to head up. Thank you for dinner.” Her eyes meet mine for a second before they dart to Will. “See you both in the morning.”
Will only grunts, the muscles in his jaw twitching.
Bloody hell. This man’s table etiquette leaves much to be desired. I swear he was raised by wolves.
“See you in the morning,” I say, giving Will the side-eye before grinning up at Eden.
I’m glad she’s here, even if Will is having an aneurysm over it.
With a nod, Eden goes to grab her plate, but I put an arm out to stop her. “I’ll do it.” I jut my chin towards the staircase. “You go on up.”
Frowning, she assesses me, those green eyes of hers sifting through my soul. I’m not sure what she’s trying to find in there. Hopefully not my pathetic, hormonal teenage boy thoughts.
“Thanks,” she says finally, before turning towards the stairs.
When she disappears, I snatch the piece of chicken breast from her plate and shove half of it into my mouth as I slump back into my chair, groaning. It’s cold, but I don’t care. A fewcrumbs from the coating fall onto my shirt when I scoff down the second half, so I brush them away with a contented sigh.
Goddamn, my heart is beating so hard right now. And my stomach is fluttering around, the same as it does right before a big game.
“I’ll do it,” Will says in a mocking tone, reminding me he’s still here.
“What are you talking about?” I scratch my temple, frowning.
He nods to the plate on the table where Eden was sitting, an eyebrow raised not so much in question, but more like accusation. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“I’m just being nice, dude. Maybe you should try it sometime.”
Will narrows his eyes. “You’ve been wearing that stupid look on your face since Eden arrived. Knock it off.”
“You’re one to talk.”
He flinches as though I’ve just slapped him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what it means, bro.” I shove to my feet and grab both mine and Eden’s plates, then walk them into the kitchen.
Will can take his own with that attitude. Grumpy prick.
I’m allowed to be happy Eden is here. It’s not my problem he’s not—that’s all on him.
I’m leaning over to load the dirty plates and cutlery into the dishwasher when Will comes up beside me and places his plate in as well.
