After dinner, Nadia’s back at her video game, and sitting on the couch watching her isn’t exactly how I envisioned spending the first night in my new place. Kyle keeps looking at me from the corner of his eye, as if waiting for me to suggest something else we might do, but shouldn’t he be the one entertaining me? This is his apartment, after all. His bedroom is right there, the door open wide—it’d take all of three steps to disappear inside and have the rest of the evening to ourselves…
Except Nadia would probably be able to hear anything we said through the wall, and knowing her, she’d listen in just for spite. Worse, she might get bored with her game and wander in after us, ruining any chance I might have to take things between us to the next level, whatever that might be.
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