We aren’t touching ourselves anymore, we’re just staring at each other, our eyes doing all the talking that our hearts still understand. I lay down, pulling the covers over me as a chill sets in and stare at the screen as he lays down to face his.

Chapter Seventeen

“What is with you? You’ve checked your phone no less than twenty times since we sat down. I thought Whitney wasn’t getting home until tonight?” I pull my eyes away from my phone and they land on my younger brother who’s staring at the screen above us watching Sports Center. It’s been two days since I’ve seen Whitney in any capacity. I haven’t seen her face since we came together on FaceTime two fucking days ago and I was about to fucking lose it. Apparently, yesterday her infuriating ex-fiancé yes ex, I refuse to refer to him as her fiancé regardless of the fact that she hasn’t told him yet and his pain in the ass mother threw a fit to allow Whitney to stay the night with him last night which is fucked up. Who insists that his fiancée sleeps on an uncomfortable small hospital couch all night? I’d gotten a few texts from her assumedly when she’d go to the bathroom but she says that Parker has been clingier than usual and it’s made it hard for her to get away.

That’s all about to fucking change when she gets home. “I haven’t fucking seen her. It’s been two days and I haven’t seen her. We haven’t Facetimed…” I ball my hands into fists and down the shot in front of me. “And she hasn’t told Parker it’s over.”

“Well, no, obviously. Whitney has manners.” I hear a higher voice speak up from behind me and when I look to the side of me, I see Chloe dropping onto the bar stool next to Trey and planting a kiss on his cheek. “What would that look like breaking up with him while he’s still got a catheter in.” She scrunches her nose and pulls her sunglasses from over her eyes and pushes them into her hair before pulling off her leather jacket.

Annoyance spikes in my veins. “Okay, why are you here?”

“Hey.” Trey glares at me and punches me lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t start.”

“Jacob, I’ve done you quite a few favors over the past few days and really the last few years if we’re getting technical. I could have told Uncle Kevin that you had spent the better part of two years violating his little princess when you fucked up and left her. But—”

“Okay, babe?” Trey casts her a glance and shakes his head before wrapping his arm around her neck and pressing a kiss to her temple. “Not the time.”