"How long do you think he'll be in there?" I ask.
She chuckles. "You need to call your secret boyfriend?"
I clear my throat.
She pulls her legs onto the couch and crosses them. "You really like him, huh?"
Next topic. "You want something to drink?"
"I'm good."
I cross the room. Grab a glass from the kitchen. Fill it with water. It soothes my throat but fails to offer clarity.
"Loverboy screw something up?" she asks.
Is it really that obvious? "Not exactly." I turn to Skye. Study her expression.
Her light eyes are fixed on me. They're sincere. Like she wants to save me from the heartbreak she knows so well.
"You, uh, you've have bad relationships," I say.
"Understatement of the year, yeah."
"But you and Forest…" I bite my lip. "You're close."
Her brow furrows. "Of course."
"Since you moved here."
She nodsyeah, and?
"But, um… you're just friends…"
She bites her lip. "You know Forest. Ever since the ex…"
"But you're…" I move closer. Drop my voice to a whisper. "You're… the way you look at him." I'm just going to say it. Even if it's not at all tactful. "You like him."
Her cheeks flush. Her teeth sink into her lip. "No."
"You do."
Her eyes fill with concern. "Are you going to say something?"
I shake my head. "Girls have to stick together."
"Oh." Her brow softens. "I guess it's obvious."
Very, yeah.
Her voice gets low. "He doesn't see me that way."
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"Sometimes."
I nod to the couch.
She pats the spot next to her.