Page 58 of Me Three
“Yeah. We do, actually,” Ev agrees and reaches for the top drawer behind me.
He takes a big clear bottle out, a combo of oil and alcohol if I’m not mistaken, and takes Tru’s hand to take them to the bathroom.
Obviously I want to follow them, but I’ve watched Ev struggle enough times to get that shit off his hands that I don’t even want to be there when they try to take it off his hairy chest.
“I’ll make us some lunch,” I say.
Ev stops at the door and looks back with a raised brow.
“What? I’m only making omelets,” I tell him.
He grimaces mockingly.
“I don’t even trust you boiling eggs after you burned those ribs,” he says.
I roll my eyes at him.
“Fuck off. That was one time,” I say.
“Last week. One time last week. How many times this month?”
I slit my eyes and give him an evil glare for daring to bring this up again and shoo him, and Tru, away.
“Go. Go away.”
They do. And I get to work.
“Hm. Not bad,” he says when he’s finished his omelet half an hour later.
“That was lovely, Carter,” Tru says, smiling at me.
“Don’t stroke his ego. He doesn’t need it,” Ev tells them.
“Should I… stroke something else?” they ask, making me choke on my bite.
“Any time, honey bun,” I tell them and make a point of caressing their cheek just so Ev gets jealous.
Ev huffs and rolls his eyes instead.
“If you think that’s going to make me jealous, you are wrong. It’s just making me horny again, so ha ha, who’s the loser now?” he says,
“Uhm… no one,” I say. “I can take care of that if you want.”
“I’d love to, but I’ve got to go. I’ve got a class,” he says and gets up.
He takes his plate to the sink and grabs his shoes from the hallway.
“Are you staying over, Tru?” he asks, putting them on.
Tru looks from him to me and back to him and shrugs.
“If that’s okay with you guys,” they say.
“Of course it’s okay,” Ev says, and I reach for their hand.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re both busy,” they reply.
