“That doesn’t sound so bad. Where in that did I compliment you?”
“Oh, when you told me two or three times that, if I weren’t your roommate, you’d date the shit out of me.”
My cheeks burned.
Red. Fucking. Hot.
This was not happening. No way. I hadn’t said that, had I?
Dylan grinned wider. “Then you told me you’d fuck it out of me, too.”
“Now you’re lying!” I jerked my finger in his direction.
Shaking his head, he put down his mug and walked over, taking his phone back. He dragged his finger across the screen and then tapped the middle, and sure as shit, my voice filled the room.
Saying exactly what he’d just told me, albeit in a far drunker, sleepier tone.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed, burying my face in my hands. “I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be, Pinky. It’s quite the compliment.”
“No. Oh, my God.” I could never look him in the eye again. Ever. There was no way. I would have to move.
How ironic.
I’d taken him as my roommate because I didn’t want to move, and now my own idiocy was going to make me move anyway.
Fantastic.
“I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed. It’s fine. I’m not bothered about it, Say. You were drunk.”
I dropped my hand and stared at him. “Dylan. I told you I wanted to fuck you.”
“And you were drunk. Everyone says shit they don’t mean when they’re drunk.” He sipped his tea, looking more amused than bothered… Just like he was saying. “And you were drunk.”
“Yeah, no. I got that part.” I sat up straight and blinked to clear my vision. “I don’t know who to kill first. Myself, or Holley and Kinsley.”
“Murder is a little drastic.”
“But suicide is okay?”
“Wow. Even hungover you’re a pedantic pain in the ass.”
“Thank you.” I finished my water and crushed the bottle before capping it again. “So… we’re okay? I don’t have to move out?”
He choked on his tea. He thumped himself in the chest with his fist and, after he’d wiped his watering eyes, he said, “Why the hell would you have to move out?”
“No reason.” I pushed away from the island and headed in the direction of the bathroom.
“You’re so bloody dramatic!” Dylan yelled after me.
“Shut up!”
***
A hot shower, two coffees, a sandwich, and a slice of cake had all but cured me of my raging hangover.
And three bottles of water and probably enough pain pills for three people, but who was counting?
Either way, I felt better, and since I was in town, I decided to stop by the store and tell Kinsley and Holley just how unamused I was.
Judging by the familiar silhouette of Tori’s ponytail and the ‘CLOSED, back in one chapter!’ sign on the door, I wasn’t the only one.
I pushed the door open to her ranting.
“What on Earth made you think putting me with Colton was a good idea? Was this some sick kind of experiment? You know I can’t stand that prick.”
“Oh, are we yelling at them? Excellent.” I sidled up next to her. “Well? What made you think it was a good idea?”
Holley stared at my dark glasses. “I’m sorry, Anna Wintour. Can I help you?”
I showed her my middle finger. “Yes, you can give me the same explanation you’re giving her!”
“I already told you!” Holley snapped.
Wow. Someone was in a bad mood.
“Yes,” Kinsley said, interjecting and pushing Holley out of the way. “We told you that we couldn’t give you preferential treatment just because you’re our best friends, and there kind of wasn’t a win when it was the four of you left.”
“Yes, there was!” Tori’s voice rose a few decibels. “You could have put me with Dylan! Saylor and Colton get along! It would have been fine!”
“I don’t want to have dinner with Colton,” I said, then paused. “Although it probably would have been preferable, in hindsight.”
“Oh, no, what did you do?” Kinsley’s eyes widened.
“Nothing!”
“Saylor…”
“I didn’t do anything!” Which was technically correct, thank you very much. “I might have said a couple dumb things when I was drunk, but…”
Holley blinked so fast I thought she was going to pass out. “When you were drunk? You got drunk?”
Tori perched on the table and swung her legs beneath her. “We all got drunk. You left us to our own devices. Jasmine offered to open the bar if anyone wanted cocktails and we all took her up on it.” She turned to me. “What did you say to Dylan?”
I gave them a brief rundown, including the part where I attempted a little rescue mission on the living room floor, then said, “I told him I’d fuck the shit out of him if he wasn’t my roommate.”
Tori grinned. Widely.
Holley choked, and Kinsley smirked. “Oh, but it was such a bad idea.”
“It was a terrible idea!” I protested. “He’s my roommate, Kins! I can’t go around telling him I want to date him and sleep with him!”