Page 68 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
Her eyes flare wide and shoot over my shoulder. The room has gone quiet, and I know if I look behind me, I’ll find everyone’s attention on me.
“Thanks for the cake,” I say into the air. “I have to talk to Callie.” Then I grab her arm and pull her into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Callie’s words are hissed as she shakes off my hold. “He’s not going to try to sleep with me, Torren. Jesus. He’s just being nice.”
I scoff and shake my head. How do I explain this to her without sounding like a complete asshole?
“Jonah isn’t nice?—”
“Oh, that’s a great thing to say about your supposed best friend.”
I raise a frustrated brow at her interruption and try again. “He’s good with the band. But he’s not nice to?—”
“Groupies?”
“Women he doesn’t know.”
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest. “Maybe he’s trying to get to know me. Maybe he wants to be nice to me since I’m stuck here for three?—”
“Do you want to fuck him?”
Her jaw drops with a gasp before she snaps it shut, nostrils flaring. “You’re an asshole. It’s none of your business who I want to sleep with.”
“It is if you’re supposed to be my girlfriend.”
She forces a sweet smile and bats her eyelashes. “Fakegirlfriend.”
“You’re not fucking my bandmate, Callie. That just?—”
“Do you share women?” Now my jaw drops, and her eyebrows rise to her hairline. “Oh, my fuck, you do.”
I am going to kill Jonah.
“Did you share Sav?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “Never. That was different.”
She laughs. “Oh, so you only share women who don’t matter.”
“It’s not like that.” I drag a hand down my face. I don’t know how we got to this place so quickly. I don’t know how to explain it in a way that she might understand. “It’s not that they don’t matter, it’s just?—"
“It’s just only something you do with groupies, right? You only fuck groupies together.”
When I don’t answer, she laughs again, louder this time. “Oh mygod.Did you guys tag-team any groupies in Glendale?”
“No.”
“Bullshit.”
“We didn’t. It wouldn’t look good. We have to?—”
“Sell it. Sure. Right.” I watch as she drags a hand down her face and takes a deep breath. “Jesus Christ, I’m in over my head. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”
I huff out a laugh of my own because she’s just said what I was thinking. My heart is thundering behind my rib cage, jealousy and frustration and arousal swirling around like a fucking cyclone in my chest.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I’m teetering along the edge of an open firepit, and with every day, I’m caring less and less if I fall in.
She’s right—Jonah and I have shared women. Often ever since Sav and I officially ended things. And seeing him fuck someone I’ve fucked has never bothered me before. Seeing him fuck someone I’m also fucking sparks no jealousy at all. But Callie is different, and I can’t fucking figure out why. She’s been different from the beginning. Jo wanting to fuck her is one thing—he’ll stick his dick in anyone with a pretty face and tits—but if Callie wanted him? Not just for sex, butreallywanted him?
