Page 77 of Tangled Like Us
Move to the fucking door.
My body wants to go back to her.
She’s staring through me now.
Like she wants me to come back.
Door.
Door.
Go to the fucking door.
I’m there. Hand on the knob.
“Goodnight, Jane,” I say stiffly.
I crack open the door.
“Goodnight, Thatcher.”
I leave.
All the while, her voice stays inside my head.
14
JANE COBALT
“It was practice,”I explain to my best friend. “Apracticekiss.”
Maximoff stares at me like I’m talking in a foreign language. Hair damp from a morning shower and towel tied around his waist, he rubs a fist against our bathroom’s fogged mirror. I try not to bump him while I take out my basket of skincare products from the sink cabinet.
We went from sharing this townhouse with just each other to now having three extra roommates: Farrow, Luna, and Sulli.
It makes mornings difficult since we all share one bathroom. Later jumpstarts to my day just means more time to chat with Moffy. At least, that’s the bright spot since we’ve both chosen to take the bathroom last.
I can’t keep secrets from Moffy, and Thatcher can’t keep them from Banks. And I need someone to know this happened.
I cannot take it to my grave.
“Say something,” I tell him.
“You and Thatcher kissed.”
“Say something that doesn’t involve stating facts,” I rephrase and squirt cleanser on my palm.
“Did you like it?” He reaches for his toothbrush.
“Oui.”
He looks at me through the mirror. “Did you do anything else?”
“I wanted to, but we’ve just begun fake-dating. It seems…premature and out of bounds.”
His brows furrow. “Did he want to?”
“Most surely.” I smile, liking how Thatcher and I keep finding ourselves on the same page. I remember my leg brushing his bulge as he lowered me off his waist.
