Sloane leaned against her bedframe, her arms crossed over her chest, one foot tapping lightly on the cold floor. I sat on the edge of my mattress, trying not to look up too hard.
“So,” she finally said. “With how you’re acting right now, I’d say you were at Adrian’s last night. Am I right?”
I didn’t look up. “Okay? And what’s your business with that?”
“You’re right. I don’t have any business,” she said. “But if I’m going to be your roommate, I should at least have a hint of whether you’re going to spend the night somewhere and probably with whom you’re spending the night. What if something had happened to you? I’d probably be a suspect.”
I sighed. “Yes, Sloane. Yes. I spent the night at Adrian’s. And I’m safe, okay. You have to stop being overprotective and paranoid all the damn ti
