Page 31 of Best Kept Secret
Me: You know, I’m not entirely jazzed at the prospect myself, Red.
Red: Oh, yeah, like it wasn’t your idea.
Me: Trust me, it wasn’t. It was fucking Happy’s.
Red: So… you don’t want me there?
Sure, I could be honest, but I can be a brat too.
Me: Honestly, I can’t think of anything worse.
It’s a half-truth. Because I honestly can’t think of anything worse. Millie in my apartment, leaving her intoxicating scent right here on my sofa. Millie sleeping on literally the other side of the wall from me. Millie naked and wet in the guest room shower, just a few feet away from me. Having her here and not being able to touch her? The definition of hell on earth. I’d rather live with Jeffrey fucking Dahmer.
Red: Fine then! Forget it.
I roll my eyes, chuckling at her response because my God, she’s a brat.
Me: You actually want to live here? With me?
Red: Please. I’d rather tweeze every single one of my eyebrow hairs. But it sure beats walking in on my brother and Emily having sex in the kitchen.
I laugh.
Me: Look, if you want some place to stay until you find your own apartment, you’re welcome. But there would be rules.
Red: Rules?
Me: Of course.
Red: What kind of rules?
I pinch my lip between my thumb and forefinger, considering my response.
Me: I haven’t thought that far yet. But definitely no guys.
Red: Well, there goes my social life…
I chuckle, imagining her rolling her eyes as she typed that.
Me: Roommate dinner once a week.
Red: Roommate dinner? That’s so not a thing.
Me: Sure it is.
Red: You mean you and me having dinner once a week?
Me: Yes.
Red: Smooth…
I grin.
Me: You can make a rule if you like.
Red: Fine. No women.
I bite down on my bottom lip, smirking, because she has no fucking idea how redundant that rule is.
