always say.”
“Gabs,” Lex said with a chuckle. “I thought you knew . . . I only spar with the strong.”
With that, he walked into the living room and grabbed the remote, flipped on the TV, and set his giant feet onto the table.
“Sunshine!” Lex snapped his fingers behind him but didn’t even turn around. “Wine me?” He held his hand out.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his wineglass, contemplating only briefly, for maybe three seconds, dumping it on his stupid big head.
His stupid, close-shaved, sexy head.
Noooooo!
“Heard that foot stomp!” Lex called.
“Wine.” I shoved it into his hand without spilling it and then sat with him on the couch and did a mental recount of all the horrendous things he’d ever done to me.
Chapter Seventeen
Lex
Typically I ate at least six pieces of pizza; some days I ate nine. But that night? I had two.
I was turning into a chick and growing ovaries. Hell, in a few weeks I’d probably start obsessing over Whine About It videos on Buzzfeed and crying over Nicholas Sparks novels.
Because as a dude, you aren’t supposed to forgo any sort of food, especially that of the pizza variety.
Yet there I was.
Still hungry.
Lying about said hunger.
And praying the little liar would save the leftovers and make them her breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Thanks.” Gabs patted her flat stomach. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that fast before.” Two pieces. She’d had two. What she needed was seven, eight—damn it, maybe the whole pizza.
I swallowed my question, knowing she wouldn’t answer it anyway. Instead, I stood and pretended I was going in the general direction of her bathroom. When she was out of sight, I took a hard right by the hall closet.
I opened it.
Nothing.
Not even a flipping coat.
Did I have to start buying her winter apparel as well?
“Damn,” I muttered, closing it softly before making my way upstairs, careful to avoid the third and sixth creaky stairs.
If I didn’t hurry up she was going to think I was taking a shit in her bathroom, and that was the last thing I wanted her to assume—which was a first, considering I lived to piss her off.
I quickly made my way into Serena’s room. It held only boxes, no baskets, and her closet was empty.
The upstairs hallway was the same.
And Blake’s old room had nothing but dust in it.
When I finally made it to Gabi’s room, I’d been gone around six minutes; things weren’t looking so hot.
I pushed open her door and greedily searched around, my eyes zeroing in on seven baskets in the corner.
And the notes from the baskets in a small pile next to them.
She’d kept the notes?
“What the hell are you doing?” Gab yelled from behind me.
“Uh.” I turned, offering an apologetic smirk. “Looking through your underwear drawer?”
“That’s sick, even for you, Lex.” She stomped over to me and tugged my arm toward the door. “Get out!”
“What does that mean, even for me?”
“You’re a complete slut!” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? I’m surprised you’re not dead from an STD.”
“Unfair.” I held my ground, planting my feet against the wood floor. “I haven’t even slept with anyone in over two weeks!”
She gasped. “Oh I’m sorry, was that supposed to be a personal record? Wrote that one down, did ya? Good job, Lex, you kept it in your pants for fourteen days. Your sacrifice has been noted. Hey, maybe the Catholic church will name a saint after you!”
My eyes narrowed as she uncomfortably bit her lip and looked at the baskets in the corner, then back at me.
“I already saw them, stop fidgeting.”
She stared through me. “What do you know?”
“What don’t I know?”
“Lex.”
“Gabs.”
Another foot stomp. “You drive me crazy!”
“And being with you is a picnic?” I sputtered. “You argue over everything! Why can’t you just leave things alone?”
“Because!” she yelled, her pitch rising as she clenched her fists at her sides. “And why are you in my room?”
“Where’s all the food?” I blurted. “I see the baskets, but your pantry’s empty, and I know for a fact there were two boxes of brownie mix when it was . . . dropped off.”
“You!” She jabbed my chest with her finger. “It’s you? You’re Spider-Man?”
“We’ve been over this before, Gabs. I’m the villain, try to keep up.” I coughed into my hand and looked away, needing time to come up with a lie. “I, uh, was running this morning, because I run, and I saw the basket. That’s all.”
We were chest to chest, and she peered up at