“How long have you been fucking her?” he asked, his tone nonchalant. “Dude,” Alex said. Weston raised his eyebrows, but otherwise his expression didn’t change. “What?” “Why do you assume he’s sleeping with her?” Caleb asked. “He said they don’t get along.” “Doesn’t mean they’re not fucking,” Weston said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and we were idiots for not realizing it. All eyes swung to me. “Just the one time. Last night.” Weston gestured toward me. “See?”
