Page 132 of Fluke
I know he doesn’t really want to do that. We haven’t drunk on the dock in years. But the fact that he’s willing to do that for me—to take my mind off this—means a lot.
I grab him in a front headlock. “I might just kick your ass right here.”
He scrambles, weaseling his way out of it.Fuck, this guy is strong. Before I know what’s happening, we’re in full-on wrestling mode in the middle of my bedroom floor.
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“If you don’t like my blankets, you can go home,” Kerissa says.
I glare at her and pull the purple piece of fabric you can see through over my legs. “It doesn’t even meet the definition of a blanket. This is a glorified sheet.”
“It works. I don’t have overnight visitors unless they’re in my bed.” She shrugs. “Wanna sleep with me? I cuddle.”
“No.”
I frown, thinking about the fact that I could be at Jess’s right now. I could’ve been there last night and all day today. We could’ve spent our first Saturday together sleeping in. I bet he would’ve made me French toast.
My bracelet blinks for the millionth time today.
Every time it’s gone off, I’ve tapped it back. I’ve even tapped it a couple of other times today too. But besides the tapping and a text message this morning that saidgood morning, I haven’t heard from Jess. He didn’t even reply when I saidgood morningback.
I asked for this.
I specificallyasked for this. And he said yes to my request.
He said he’d always give me what I wanted.
Kerissa yawns. “I’m getting sleepy.”
“Me too. But I don’t know if I can sleep.”
“Want me to stay with you at your house? I can sleep anywhere.”
I frown. “No. I just didn’t want to see the empty boxes anymore.” I fake cry. “I ruined this, Kerissa.”
“Doubtful.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s my fault,” she says. “But I had no idea he asked you to move in with him, or else I would’ve been more careful with my word choices.”
“This is not your fault. Not even a little. The responsibility of this life fuckup is purely on my shoulders.”
She yawns again. “Cut yourself some slack. I’d probably freak the heck out if Jess Carmichael were worshipping the ground I walk on.”
“Not helping.”
“But, I gotta give it to you—you have some pretty good self-restraint and big balls to do what you did.”
“Kerissa.Not helping.”
“I’m giving you facts. That’s what friends do. If you want friends to blow smoke up your ass, find someone else.” She waits for a reaction, but all I give her is a glare. “I’ll soften it up for you. You’re smart. Witty. Gorgeous. You—”
“Stop.”
“Fine.”
