Sleep didn't happen.
Not the real kind. The kind where your brain shuts off and lets you out of the room for a while. What I got instead was a loop.
Beau in the kitchen. Don't be shy. The lean. The voice pitched to do a thing. The way the air got thicker, the way the room got smaller, the way my hands started looking for something to hold.
Then Jake. Walking in. The hey babe that was nothing and everything. The way he didn't look at me while he said it because he didn't need to, because he'd already clocked the whole scene and decided how it was going to end.
The way he'd stared down Beau without a word.
The way he'd sat across from me like this was just a thing happening.
The smile.
The almost-word.
I rolled over. Punched the pillow. Rolled back.
Tried to think about the offensiv
