Page 45 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
At our deadly silent nods, he slaps the key card into my palm, then walks away. As I stare at his back, I notice his shoulders bouncing with… laughter? What the fuck?What a dick. Coach is smart when it comes to baseball, but interpersonal relations are not his strong suit.
Logan releases a pent-up breath, gesturing to the bank of sleek elevators. “Could we get up to the room? I’m tired.” Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and findsomewhere else to sleep, but… no. I have some ideas how to make his night extra special.
My lips twist as I nod, beckoning him to follow me.
Inside the elevator, I study him, once again wondering why Rya didn’t text me to tell me what’d happened. I won’t fucking ask outright, no matter how curious I am. My jaw has tightened up to the point where it locks. Slowly but surely, I’m letting the unknown get to me. It’s going to eat me up inside until I talk to her and can assure myself all is well. There’s no reason for me to feel this jealousy, but I wish I could tell that to my head. I grind my teeth together. It’s more like I’m jealous of the time he got to spend with her.
I wet my lips.I don’t even really want her. Do I?My mood is getting darker by the second. What started as a way to steal Logan’s girl has morphed into something different, and I’m having trouble keeping up with all the twists and turns. There’s no denying it. I’m lying to myself—and I’ve gotta call her. I’ll feel better once I have.
When the car comes to a stop, the door smoothly slides open, and just as Logan goes to exit, I put my hand right in his face and shove him backward, then take off down the hall.
“The fuck, Jaxon.” My newly appointed roommate expels a harsh breath, glaring at me when he catches up.
I furrow my brow, putting on an air of fake confusion. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.”
“Bullshit,” Logan grits out. “What’s your problem? You know, besides being a complete dick.”
Spinning around, I pull both of us to a full stop. The corner of my mouth itches to curve upward as I deadpan with a hand to my chest. “My problem? I’ll tell you what my current issue is if you promise to keep the fuck outta my way.” I raise my brows, waiting.
He rolls his eyes. “Okay, go ahead. Lay it on me. Seems like you’re acting like a little bitch despite the fact Coach put you in to start today. Not sure what you could possibly have jammed up your ass. You got what you wanted.”
“Easy, dickweed. I’m trying to ignore the fact that we’re stuck together until we get back to campus. Make sense now? I’d rather take a fastball to the nuts.”
To my consternation, Logan laughs. “That’s a lie, but whatever. What’s the room number? I’m about to drop.”
He does look like shit, I’ll give him that. All that time spent comforting Rya must have been so fucking rough. “Room 315,” I growl. “You’re acting like you were the one pitching eight innings today. Too bad for you, that’s wishful thinking.”
He rolls his eyes as he stops in front of our door,readjusting his bag over his shoulder. “I was up half the night,” he mumbles.
My brow hitches up before I narrow my eyes at the back of his head. “With Rya.” It’s not even a question. I already know because Hazel filled me in when I finally returned to the dorm.
He nods as he turns around to face me. “Yeah. She was pretty upset.” His jaw is tense, a muscle jumping at the back of it.
No matter what I think of Logan, Rya being upset makes my lungs claw for air. I suppose that’s proof I do care about her. Hopefully, in a few minutes I can check in with her and put my worries to rest on that front. If I ever find out who the fuck did that to their room, I’ll kick their asses. I frown, not liking the fact that Logan’s eyes carry the same heat mine do.
He wets his lips. “Whoever did it has balls, because I will put my fist through their face if I find out who it was.”
The fact that we’re on the same wavelength doesn’t stop the tumble of sharp, angry emotion that barrels into me at full speed. Jealousy rears its head again as I reach forward to tap the card against the reader at the door. When the lock disengages, Logan pushes it open and walks in like everything he says about Rya isn’t meant to piss me off. I aim twin lasers at the back of his skull. He said it so matter-of-factly. Like she’s his to protect. Well,he’s going to learn a hard lesson. Now that he’s justthe friend, he doesn’t get to be the one she runs to. Not ever again.
Can’t wait for him to see what I have in store for him.
A second later, I fully run into Logan from behind when he stops a few paces inside the door. “Shit, what the hell?” I bark as I stumble and try to regain my footing.
Logan pivots, then jerks his thumb over his shoulder, his blue eyes flashing. “Have a look at what our hilarious coach did.”
Frowning, I advance, peering around the corner.No way.No fucking way.“Um, no.” I grimace as the full truth of our circumstance smacks into me. “Why the hell do we only have one bed? Didn’t Coach specifically say all rooms had two queens?”
“I don’t know.” Logan shakes his head. “This has gotta be a bad joke. But whatever. I’m going lights-out as soon as my head hits the pillow.” He drops his bag onto the bed and unzips it, rummaging around. A moment later, he pulls out a toothbrush and toothpaste and spins around, heading for the bathroom.
“Whoa. Hold it. I’m not sharing this bed with you.” I raise a hand and aim a lethal glare in his direction.
“Oh?” He pauses, shaking his head. “And where do you plan to sleep? The floor? The bathtub?”
“Funny.” I shoot him a sour look. “Youcan choosewhere you sleep, so long as it’s anywhere but in that bed with me.” Before Logan can turn around again, I push past him, entering the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.
Purposefully taking my time, I strip and get into the shower. I don’t know what his response will be, but I don’t care much.
A few quiet minutes go by, then as I’m soaping my junk, the sound of the door unlatching greets my ears, and my hand instinctively cups my dick.
