''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers.
"Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect -- like we've been doing this for years.
His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it.
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I'm half a step from shoving Jed over the balcony when Cam steps between us, all five-foot-whatever of her in that ridiculous bananarama hoodie. Charlie squirms in her arms, his little black-and-white paws scratching at her chest, trying to get in on the action.
"Jed said he was leaving." I crack my knuckles one by one. "Jed should leave."
"Freckles, you absolute meathead!" Cam says, clutching Charlie tighter. "We can't just boot out our friend!"
"We had an agreement."
"So fucking what? He's got nowhere else to go! He's one of us!"
I glare at said oneof us. Jed's standing still, eyes fixed on some point in the sky. I'm tempted to shake him—or, as I said, shove him off this 80-floor building—but Cam would throw me off next.
"Jed," I snap. "You got anything to say for yourself?"
He glances at me. "Orion's belt is tilted."
"Orion's belt is tilted!" Cam reiterates, bouncing Charlie like a toddler.
"You're an idiot, Sport."
"You're the idiot!"
"Stop," Noah groans. He's leaning on the glass railing, eyes half-shut. He's more useless than a condom in a fucking nunnery right now, rubbing at that scar on his face like it's a worry stone.
Back in the apartment, there's Chris. Fuck if that wasn't the surprise of the month. Listen, Jed's a cosmic weirdo, who believes in fate and all that, but I never believed him.
Until maybe now.
Chris is pacing back and forth, holding her ribcage, biting her nails, glancing at us out here every four seconds, eyes darting away. Those jeans cling to her in a way that's got me wanting to thank the universe, so there's that, too.
"Captain Control Freak!" Cam snaps, smacking my head.
I huff in a breath, crossing my arms. "This is about rent, space, and the fact that Jed said he was moving out. You put that ad in the paper, Sport. Then this girl shows up and we're supposed to turn her away?"
Cam bites her lip. Yeah, exactly. Charlie whines in her arms, and she scratches behind his ears.
"I pay two-thirds of the rent." I lean back against the railing, feeling the cold bite into my spine. "I'm calling it."
