of nerd that runs through this entire house. I get it from Maxx. Erin leeches hers off her brother. We’ll never admit it to the rest of the world, but we enjoy their little addictions.
Putting everyone back on track I ask again, “So she’s here?”
“I don’t know if she’s still here,” Erin states quickly. “We didn’t really make it that far into the discussion because you brought Tour Guide Barbie home before we could finish grilling Maxx for information.”
So that’s why she didn’t come home last night? And that’s why she was gone all day today? Fuck, did you know? Did you know and not fucking tell me?
“Speaking of,” Luke says slowly. “Why is Liz here? I thought you were done with her?”
“I thought you were done with all girls except Maxx?”
The line of questioning causes my brain to spin. I need to get out of here. I need to clear my mind. Hitting and fucking does that. And I have a hot girl up stairs just waiting for my dick like it’s Christmas morning.
Say whatever the hell you want. I don’t fucking care right now.
“I was.” Is all I state before charging up the stairs to my bedroom.
Maxx has a brother? Her mother came back into town? It would be like if my old man came back from the dead. Fuck. She needs us right now, and I ran her off. You really think she went to that prick’s place to be with him? Wait. What do I care? I’m about to sink myself into someone else.
I open my bedroom door to see Liz leaned back on her hands, legs spread wide open. My mind instantly recalls Maxx in a similar position just days ago.
She looked so much better in it.
Slamming the door behind me I look at her again, the eagerness as clear as day on her face. “Get off my bed.”
Liz pops up and says, “Wall sex? That’s new!”
“No,” I insist while removing the sheet from my bed. “Changing sheets.”
“What’s wrong with these? I like them.”
Don’t say it. You don’t have to. I know I’m not making any goddamn sense right now. Actions speak louder than words and all that bullshit. I know. I know.
“Since when do you ask so many questions, Legs?”
“Since when do you give a fuck about your sheets, Unbreakable?”
Since I let the girl I love sleep in them. Crap. You didn’t hear me say that.
Frustrated I rumble, “Take your dress off.”
Liz goes to make the action but stops. “Kellar.”
I continue the process of ripping the sheets off, now more troubled than before. “What?”
“Stop for a sec.” My attention is pulled up to her. For a moment she just stares at me. It’s the first time I’ve noticed her eyes are brown, but unlike Maxx’s they don’t shimmer at the sight of me. At least not in the same way. “You’re in love with her.”
Uncomfortable, I play dumb. “With who?”
“The one with the glasses.”
“Yeah. And?”
A crooked smile spreads across her face as she leans against my dresser. “Oh, Kellar. It’s all fun and games as long as you were unattached, but the fact that you’re in love with someone…that changes things.”
“A little heads up?” I offer her as I flop down on the edge of my bed. “I’ve always been in love with her.”
Liz purses her lips before she nods. “I suspected it, but until now I never knew for sure…”
“How do you know now?”
“The way your voice changed when you said her name. The way you two looked at each other. The way you got pissed when I said something shitty to her in front of you. The fact that you’re changing your sheets. I put two and two together. I only play the dumb thing ‘cause guys think it’s cute.”
“It’s not cute.” I correct her.
Ladies, I know that it’s the ditsy ones that grab our attention. It’s because we wanna get laid and they’re gonna require the least amount of work. But if you haven’t noticed, those aren’t the ones we wanna keep around when the time comes. Those aren’t the ones we beat ourselves up over. Use me as a fucking example if