Chapter 29

“Ew. Don’t sit there. We got that off the street.”

He was up in a flash, wiping his backside. “Where do you sit?”

“Not in the living room. I’m either in my room or the kitchen. Or the bathroom, but that’s pretty gross, too, most of the time.”

“Fock, Theodore. This apartment is shite.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So which one’s your room?”

I gestured again, and Jeremy stomped off down the hall toward the only open door—mine. I switched off the lamp, then remembered what was on my laptop screen. “Uhm, Jer? Uhm…” I dashed after him, hoping to slip by without being too overt about it. I ended up slamming into his back.

“Fockin’ hell,” he said hoarsely.

I glimpsed the video on my screen. Yep, hell of a lot of fucking going on, that’s for sure.

“So. I caught you at a bad time, I guess, eh?”