Page 198 of Where We Stay

“And yet you love me.”

“Debatable,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes.

“Bitch.” G gives me the finger.

I’m still laughing when my phone lights up on the table.

Mr. Ashford

G spots the name and groans. “Oh my God. You two are disgusting.”

She sticks her fingers in her mouth, pretending to gag as I grab my phone before she can reach it.

“He hasn’t even said anything.”

“He exists,” she says, rolling her eyes. “That’s enough.”

Mr. Ashford: I hope you’re not letting G lead you astray.

ME: Too late. X

Mr. Ashford: Fucking great.

G leans across the table to snoop at my screen.

“See?” she says. “Disgusting.”

“What?” I ask innocently.

“The little X.”

“It’s a kiss.”

“I know what it is, babe.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m not asking questions. I’m judging you.” G points at me before taking another sip of her drink.

I flip her off and reach for my whiskey sour.

“So,” she begins, grinning over her glass, “how many nights this week have you actually slept at your own house?”

I pause.

G gasps. “Blair.”

“What?”

“You don’t even know.”

“I know,” I argue, despite the fact that I genuinely can’t remember the last time I slept in my own bed.

“Then answer.”

I start counting on my fingers.

G’s mouth drops open. “Oh my God. You’ve moved in.”