Part 29 (2/2)
”Amsterdam.”
”I'm gonna be on TV!”
A sigh comes as a response. ”Yes, you told me yesterday.”
”How cool is that? You gonna watch?”
”I won't be able to see the show, I'm in England.”
”Ah. Yeah. But someone will share online, right.”
”Mmm.”
Tegan's voice is faint amongst the hubbub around and I move closer to Will and Nate who've lapsed into silence. ”I saw the pictures of you. You all right?” I ask her.
”Which ones? Recent?”
I giggle. ”Tegan Hughes needing retail therapy to recover from her break-up with hot property Jax Lewis. You were walking down a street with a lot of shopping bags.”
”Oh. That. Yeah, testing the water by going into the city. I can't believe the press is still following me.”
”You looked p.i.s.sed off in the photos. Missing me?”
Tegan gives a short laugh. ”You mean my resting b.i.t.c.h face? You should recognise that by now.”
I huff. ”You're not missing me?”
”Are you missing me?”
”Yeah.”
”That was moving and heartfelt, thank you,” she replies, voice loaded with sarcasm.
”Sorry, you're right, I'm drunk. I miss your sweet lips, your cute a.s.s, your tight, hot...”
”Jaxon!”
A loud snort of laughter comes from Will, who has his chin on my shoulder, eavesdropping. ”Please! You're damaging my delicate ears!”
I shove him with my elbow.
”Will you be around later?” she asks.
”Busy night. I'll call tomorrow morning.” Unlikely. ”Uh. Maybe the afternoon.”
Tegan's quiet for a few moments. ”Jax. Don't let me down.”
”I won't, I promise. You know me. I'll end up asleep in a corner somewhere.”
”It's what he's done the last few times!” calls Will. ”We'll look after him, Tegan!”
”Yeah, that's what I'm worried about,” she mutters. ”Talk to you tomorrow.”
”Night.”
There's a long pause. ”I miss you. Can't wait to see you in Oslo.”
”With your resting b.i.t.c.h face?”
She giggles. ”Yeah, especially for you. Night, rock star. I miss you.”
”Night. Miss you.” I wait for Tegan to reply, but she ends the call.
Huh. I shove the phone into my pocket and pick up my beer. Will stares at me. ”What?” I ask.
”Don't you tell her you love her?” he asks.
”What?”
”Tegan. Chicks expect that.”
”She's cool. I doubt she expects anything like that.”
”You don't love her?” He clutches his chest. ”Man, I thought this was a beautiful thing between you.”
I swill the beer around my gla.s.s before draining it. Will continues to look expectant, amus.e.m.e.nt curling his lips. ”Excuse me?” I ask. ”Since when did we talk about feelings and s.h.i.+t?”
He shrugs. ”Just thought you must 'cause she changed you.”
”She hasn't,” I snap.
Will laughs and makes a whip sound and action.
”I am not p.u.s.s.y whipped! f.u.c.k off!”
”Prove it.”
”How? I'm not s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g other chicks.” I grasp for a reason. ”I told her I wouldn't, and if Bryn got a sniff of me even touching another girl...”
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