his eye, and I saw his lips curve. He knew I was lying. How did he know that? No one ever questioned me.
“I hope there are leftovers.” He was challenging me now. He wanted me to admit I was a liar. Who was this asshole?
“Of course.” I reached over and turned up the volume on the radio. His hand covered mine, and our eyes locked.
“Good, because I think Trish mentioned something about us coming over today.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
My eyes narrowed to thin slits, and I pulled my hand from under his. I huffed as I grabbed my half‐eaten sandwich from the bag and unwrapped it, taking an angry bite. He turned up the song and sung along with a smile as we made our way back to the old house. Fuck this guy.
The house was still quiet when we returned. The door squeaked as we entered, and Trish turned her sleepy head. “We got you breakfast.” I held out the bag and shook it, but Abel snatched it from my hand. I scowled at him as he dug out the hash browns from my meal that I didn’t eat and took a huge bite then handed the bag back to me with a wink.
I rolled my eyes and pretended that my body didn’t just kick into overdrive. My heart felt like it was exploding inside my chest.
“Thank you, guys,” Trish mumbled, as she untangled her limbs from Adams. I tried my hardest not to make a sarcastic remark, but I felt embarrassed for her.
“God, did you at least use something?” I whispered, as she took the bag and shot me a dirty look.
“I’m not stupid. We just fooled around. What about you?” she mumbled, as she pulled her sandwich out and curled up on the smaller couch with her legs tucked under her body.
“I slept by myself as usual. You should try it sometime.”
She rolled her eyes as she smiled. “Good, because I want my shot at Abel.”
“Trish!” I turned around, but Abel was nowhere to be found, and Trish giggled.
“What?” she asked, and had the nerve to try to look innocent. I had no response. Abel was hot—anyone could see that—but it was her he had kissed last night during spin the bottle. The humiliating events flooded back into my hazy memory. I had made a total fool out of myself, and I could only hope that everyone had been too fucked up to remember.
“Just be safe.” I had no argument. Trish’s friendship was all I had, and I couldn’t risk losing her. Besides, if I told her I liked Abel, I’d have to explain what had happened with Brock, and I wasn’t ready to share that with anyone. It was better for everyone to assume he and I were still together. At least thenI could explain away my tears when I was missing him.
“Keys.” I held out my hand and waited for Trish to hand them over. I went out the front door to her car and grabbed my purse, digging out a ten‐dollar bill to pay back Abel.
“Running away?” His deep voice called from the porch, and I jumped as he chuckled.
“No,” I snapped, and slammed the car door shut. I marched back across the gravel toward him with my hand extended. “I was getting the money I owe you.”
He shook his head as he blew out a cloud of smoke and didn’t make any move to take the money. “You think if I had taken Trish with me this morning, she would have brought you food?”
My arm dropped to my side as I wondered what he was getting at. “She’s too hungover to think clearly.” I held out the money again as I tried to forget about her claim on Abel just a few minutes ago after I had made sure she was fed.
“Call it even. You’re going to feed me spaghetti, remember?”
I sighed as I tried not to look frustrated. “There is no spaghetti. Are you happy now?” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest.
“So the truth comes out.” His voice was laced with humor as he stared out at the yard.
“Yup. You caught me. I’m a big fat liar. Will you take the stupid money, so I won’t owe you anything?”
Abel’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, we stared at each other before he shook his head again and
“I hope there are leftovers.” He was challenging me now. He wanted me to admit I was a liar. Who was this asshole?
“Of course.” I reached over and turned up the volume on the radio. His hand covered mine, and our eyes locked.
“Good, because I think Trish mentioned something about us coming over today.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
My eyes narrowed to thin slits, and I pulled my hand from under his. I huffed as I grabbed my half‐eaten sandwich from the bag and unwrapped it, taking an angry bite. He turned up the song and sung along with a smile as we made our way back to the old house. Fuck this guy.
The house was still quiet when we returned. The door squeaked as we entered, and Trish turned her sleepy head. “We got you breakfast.” I held out the bag and shook it, but Abel snatched it from my hand. I scowled at him as he dug out the hash browns from my meal that I didn’t eat and took a huge bite then handed the bag back to me with a wink.
I rolled my eyes and pretended that my body didn’t just kick into overdrive. My heart felt like it was exploding inside my chest.
“Thank you, guys,” Trish mumbled, as she untangled her limbs from Adams. I tried my hardest not to make a sarcastic remark, but I felt embarrassed for her.
“God, did you at least use something?” I whispered, as she took the bag and shot me a dirty look.
“I’m not stupid. We just fooled around. What about you?” she mumbled, as she pulled her sandwich out and curled up on the smaller couch with her legs tucked under her body.
“I slept by myself as usual. You should try it sometime.”
She rolled her eyes as she smiled. “Good, because I want my shot at Abel.”
“Trish!” I turned around, but Abel was nowhere to be found, and Trish giggled.
“What?” she asked, and had the nerve to try to look innocent. I had no response. Abel was hot—anyone could see that—but it was her he had kissed last night during spin the bottle. The humiliating events flooded back into my hazy memory. I had made a total fool out of myself, and I could only hope that everyone had been too fucked up to remember.
“Just be safe.” I had no argument. Trish’s friendship was all I had, and I couldn’t risk losing her. Besides, if I told her I liked Abel, I’d have to explain what had happened with Brock, and I wasn’t ready to share that with anyone. It was better for everyone to assume he and I were still together. At least thenI could explain away my tears when I was missing him.
“Keys.” I held out my hand and waited for Trish to hand them over. I went out the front door to her car and grabbed my purse, digging out a ten‐dollar bill to pay back Abel.
“Running away?” His deep voice called from the porch, and I jumped as he chuckled.
“No,” I snapped, and slammed the car door shut. I marched back across the gravel toward him with my hand extended. “I was getting the money I owe you.”
He shook his head as he blew out a cloud of smoke and didn’t make any move to take the money. “You think if I had taken Trish with me this morning, she would have brought you food?”
My arm dropped to my side as I wondered what he was getting at. “She’s too hungover to think clearly.” I held out the money again as I tried to forget about her claim on Abel just a few minutes ago after I had made sure she was fed.
“Call it even. You’re going to feed me spaghetti, remember?”
I sighed as I tried not to look frustrated. “There is no spaghetti. Are you happy now?” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest.
“So the truth comes out.” His voice was laced with humor as he stared out at the yard.
“Yup. You caught me. I’m a big fat liar. Will you take the stupid money, so I won’t owe you anything?”
Abel’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, we stared at each other before he shook his head again and
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