“What? I didn’t invite you in here. But don’t worry, because of your unwanted presence, it’ll go down in a minute.”
“Because that will make it better. I’m sure it just winked at me.”
“Fuck you,” I groan, scrubbing my hand down my face.
“What happened last night, Nic?”
For a second, just a second, I let my mind wander back.
When my cock starts to stir again from memories alone, I finally reach for the duvet and pull it over my bottom half.
“You said it when you walked in. Had sex. Just like all you motherfuckers probably did, from the way you were all going at it when I left.”
“Whenyouleft?” he asks, quirking a brow.
“What? I’m not in the mood for riddles and games. If you have a question, fucking ask it.”
“Fine. What happened with Brianna?”
“I fucked her. A lot.”
Silence follows my statement.
“What?” I finally snap, unable to bear the tension.
“There’s something you need to know.”
My eyes widen and my curiosity gets the better of me. I drag myself up so I’m sitting against the headboard.My body pulls and aches in the best possible way, but when Toby’s eyes drop to my feet, I realise how much they sting.
“Do you have any glass in them?” he asks, looking concerned.
I shrug, not willing to talk about my feet right now when he clearly has something to say.
“Go on, don’t let me stop you from confessing your sins.”
My heart rate increases as I stare at my best friend, wondering what the hell he could need to tell me.
We don’t keep secrets. We never have. Nothing is worth risking the friendship we share. But something tells me that might just have changed as his expression darkens.
“Brianna is going to be a student teacher at Knight’s Ridge.”
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
“You knew?” I fight to keep my expression blank, but it’s a fucking feat.
Clearly reading something on my face, he dips his head and rubs his hand over the back of his neck.
“I set it up,” he confesses.
All the air rushes out of my lungs as I stare at him.
It takes him a few seconds, but his eyes eventually lift from the floor in favour of mine once more.
“When?” I demand.