"Good," Jax grunts. "In that case I'll see you in a few hours. I'm going to go puke in a trashcan now."
I'm still shaking my head when I hang up. But when I finally look down at my phone screen, I see I have a text notification.
Tristan: I had to leave early to help a friend move this morning and I didn't want to wake you. I was almost late, though. I couldn't stop staring at you. Who knew you’re so cute when you’re not yelling at me.
A huge smile breaks across my face.He didn't run from me. He wanted to stay with me.
Remy: Might want to figure that out before Jax gets home today. He might not appreciate you ogling his sister.
His reply comes almost immediately, which sends another burst of happiness through my chest.
Tristan: No promises. When you’re yelling, all I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and hear you make that breathy little sound right before you come all over my cock.
A shiver runs through me at his erotic words. Who knew Tristan was sodirty?I quickly type my response.
Remy: Focus. Jax gets home at 11 so he wants to do lunch with us. Will you be home?
I ignore the part of me that beams at the domesticated sound of that question.As if you're the darling wife welcoming your hard-working husband home with dinner and sex.
I shake the thoughts from my head.We are getting way too ahead of ourselves…
Tristan: Yea I'll be home. I'll see your sweet ass then.
I can't keep the ridiculous smile off my face for the rest of the morning.
* * *
I sing softly to myself as I pack the last few things into my suitcase, a smile playing on my lips. My heart feels light, and happy.
I hear voices drift upstairs from the living room. Realizing Jax must be back, I pack away the sweatshirt I'm holding and head toward the stairs to greet him. I smile at the thought of seeing my best friend again.
When I reach the top of the stairs, I realize they're talking about me. And even though I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, I can't help but stop and listen. God knows I can't get Tristan to talk to me, so this may be the only way I can hear what he's thinking.
"...glad to hear you two didn't kill each other. How was it with her?"
"You know, the usual," I hear Tristan answer. "Bitchy as fuck."
I roll my eyes even though his answer stings a little bit. It's odd to think that he answered the same exact way he would have before I moved in, yet now I'm bothered by the response.
I hear Jax chuckle. "Obviously. Where is she now?”
“I think she took some more of her stuff over to the new apartment.”
“Ah, okay. Oh, by the way, I meant to ask you if you're still seeing that girl, Dana. I was hoping you could set me up with her friend. The redhead?"
"Oh," says Tristan, and I hold my breath as I wait for his response. "Yeah, I still see her sometimes. I'll set it up."
My breath whooshes from my chest.He's still seeing someone else? Could he have seen her in the past week, or is he talking in general terms?
"Cool, thanks man," Jax responds. "You've been seeing her for a while, right? Is it anything serious?"
"Nah, not serious," I hear Tristan say with a chuckle. "You know me, I can't do serious. She's just one of many. I'm still just seeing what's out there and having fun. I doubt any girl would be able to hold my attention."
His words slide a blade into my heart. I grip the banister as my head starts to spin.
He's seeing other women? How could he possibly experience the kind of chemistry we have, and then turn around and look for it somewhere else? What else is he looking for?
I knew from the beginning that he wasn't the relationship type but after everything that happened, I thought he would at least lose interest in looking elsewhere. I thought he might be willing to take a chance with me. I thought we felt the same thing last night. I thought…