Did I ever imagine my life would get messy enough for my best friend to reveal he wants to ask out the girl I confessed to less than twenty-four hours ago? No. Am I dealing with it anyway? Of course.
The timing of my life continues to be spectacular.
“And if I said I had a problem with it?” I ask.
Eliot’s brow lifts slightly. “Do you?”
I hold his gaze.
This is the part where I could still say nothing. Sidestep it, let him draw his own conclusions, buy myself more time before anyone else knows what’s happening between Layla and me.
But I told her I wouldn’t hold back.
Apparently that applies to this too.
“Yeah,” I say. “I do.”
The excitement on Eliot's face fades and what replaces it is confusion.
“Why?” He asks. “What problem?”
“She’s not distant because she needs a signal,”
