going to say anything are you?” Jay whispered.
Evie’s phone rang for the tenth time tonight. She darted around Jay and checked her phone on the dresser. “It’s my mom again. Probably trying to figure out the exact location of my ass so that she could put her foot in it.”
“What do you want to talk about Evie?” Jay didn’t face her. Anger glazed over his expression.
She ran her fingers through her hair. “You already said it.”
“You want to break up with Cynthia and me over a damn kiss?”
“No, and it doesn’t really matter why, we said this would be temporary.”
“No, you said that.”
“It doesn’t matter. This was never going to be a long-time relationship.”
“Why not?”
“Because, it doesn’t make sense.”
“You’re the only one confused.” He marched off into the bathroom. The door slammed behind him. Evie avoided my gaze and fumbled around in her bag, probably to keep herself busy rather than actually needing anything.
“Evie?” I asked. Questions flooded my head. I would have to grovel and figure out a way to get her back on board with us.
“What Cynthia?”
“It hasn’t even been a month or—”
“Please, stop. I just don’t want to be a part of this.”
“Why not?”
She seared me with her gaze. “Because I’m tired of sharing. I’m the third wheel.”
She’s the third wheel? Is she insane?
I focused on not getting too loud. “That’s ridiculous. I’m always giving you two space.”
“Well, now you don’t have to do that. You have King Jay all to yourself.” She twirled her hands in the air. “May you revel in his awesomeness!”
“Yeah, right.” I headed over to the bed and plopped myself down close to her. A phone vibrated. It must’ve been Jay’s. The shower sounded from the bathroom. “He’ll drop me as soon as you give him your ultimatum.”
“What ultimatum?” Evie asked.
“You’ll tell him that he can only be with you, and then where will that leave me?”
“I don’t even want to be with him.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” She snatched up a pair of socks and twisted them in her hands. “Any man who can convince me to be in a relationship with him and another woman, is a man I need to avoid. It means he could get me to agree to anything. I’d rather stop this now.”
“Could you just try—”
“I’ve already tried,” Evie snapped. “Just, stop. Seriously. You’re worse than him.”
I placed my hand on my chest. “I’m just trying to find a way for us to all be together.”
“I don’t want to be with all of you.”
“Why? You’re always laughing when we hang out.”
“That doesn’t mean I should be with you both. I laugh with lots of people. Does that mean I should just start marrying the whole bunch? We could go for a whole twisted community, bring the hippy days back.”
“But—”
She held her hands to her forehead and rubbed her temples. “Seriously, Cynthia. You’re going to want to stop talking to me now. I’m in a shitty mood, and I’m really tired of trying to convince both of you that this situation is just not for me.”
“I think I’m asexual,” I blurted it out and had no idea if it would help the situation or not. Maybe she figured that I would eventually hook up with Jay and like it, and that somehow it would matter. She hadn’t liked the fact that we did things when she was in class, even though I got nothing out of it. “You’re what?”
“Asexual. I’ve been researching it. There are more people out there like me who don’t have any real physical reaction to sex or even care to ever have it in their lives. Some of them are in relationships where it’s more like companionship than intimacy.”
“How does your confession relate to me?” Evie’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I mean I’m glad that you think you know what you are, but your being asexual doesn’t have anything to do with me wanting to get out of this relationship.”
“I think you