Page 114 of Until Tomorrow
Except want me.The thought decimated any hope I had of feeling in control of my emotions. I swallowed hard and just nodded because it was all I could handle.Fuck.I sucked at this friendship thing.
Chapter 56
Logan
Elliotwasleaving.Mymind couldn’t wrap around that. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t remember a time in my life when Elliot wasn’t there—close by and ready for whatever.
Something was wrong with him. I knew that much for sure. But short of shaking the hell out of him until he told me what, I didn’t know what to do. It was the first time in the entire course of our friendship that I didn’t know how to be a friend to him.I hated it.
“So, explain this to me again,” Elliot was saying as we got onto the elevator in my building, “the bank calls you when Eva goes shopping?”
“No, the bank calls me when there’s an obscene amount of purchases on our account or the cost is high.”
“But your wife is allowed to use your money, right?”
“Our money,” I corrected. “And I wish she would. But at this point, it’s more likely that someone is going to steal my money than it is that Eva spends it. Hence the phone call.”
“And how much did she spend?”
“Over a thousand dollars.”So nothing.
“On what?” Elliot exclaimed, eyes widening.
“Clothes. So, I’m guessing a dress or something.” We had a gala event thing in a few months, which was probably what she’d bought. A part of me wished it were something different. I wanted Eva to spoil herself.
When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, we both froze. Loud music filled the hallway, coming from our condo, even though the door was closed.
“Is that Def Leppard?” I made a face.What the hell?
“I think so…” His head cocked slightly to listen better. “Yeah, that’s definitely Def Leppard.”
I scrambled to catch the door as it began to close. Elliot followed me out, and I let us into our condo with no clue as to what the hell we were walking into.
But Eva dancing and sliding around the living room in a pair of jeans, socks, and a bra was not it.I stopped dead in my tracks to just stare, Elliot almost taking me out in the process. He grabbed my shoulders to steady himself, and I did my best to ignore how different the contact felt with him.My wife proved to be a great distraction.
“Is she—”
“Yeah.”
“What the—”
“I know.” Unfortunately, I didn’t have any other words than that because I got stuck on watching my wife’s ass in those jeans.Lord help me, those jeans were going to be the end of me.They hugged everything in all the right ways.
When was the last time I saw Eva in jeans? Hell, when was the last time I wore jeans?
She twirled, slipping and sliding, as she tried to stop fast when she saw us. A giant smile lit up her gorgeous face, and I bit back a groan. Between her ass in those jeans and that pretty smile, my dick was a conflicted mess. Part of me was turned on by Eva, the other part of me was still mad about Elliot.
“I bought jeans!” Eva exclaimed loudly when she saw us. “Okay, I bought a lot of jeans. But!But!I crossed off an Eva Needs A Life list item!”
“Did you buy shirts to go with those jeans?” Elliot laughed, moving around me and joining her in the living room.
“Nope! I forgot.” She gestured to herself head-to-toe. “Hence why I don’t have a shirt on.”
The music picked up again, loud and unhinged. Eva grabbed Elliot’s hand and dragged him into dancing with her. I stayed out of their moment and wandered to the dining area, stripping out of my suit coat. I watched them closely as I did. How many more nights did we have like this? It wouldn’t be the same without him.
Across the room, Elliot stopped dancing. His head cocked to one side, frowning.
“Is this… are they singing about jizzing all over the place?” Elliot said incredulously. I chuckled, but it felt forced.
