8
Ryan was suspicious. He wasn’t full-on confrontational, but I could feel it in the way he kept glancing between us more that usual. Asking jake random questions he didn’t care about. Saying things like, “You’ve been around a lot lately, huh?” with just enough weight to make me sweat.
I tried not to act weird and kept our conversations light. Smiled too much. Laughed too loud. And Jake was calm as ever, the cocky bastard. Not even a twitch. Like sleeping with his best friend’s sister in her bedroom was just another Wednesday night.
We were carefu now. Mostly.
This morning, I woke up with Jake still in my bed, half-draped over me. Ryan knocked once before opening the door.
I barely managed to shove Jake under the blankets and yank the comforter up to my chin before Ryan stepped inside
