As Trish sat on the couch next to Zachary’s brother, in Zachary’s living room, watching Zachary’s TV, she wondered what the fuck she was doing.
She wanted to kick herself, but mostly she blamed Jasmine. It was her fault for getting her so riled up yesterday that when Nick Cavalier called and asked if they could hang out, Trish agreed without thinking. When Nick had said he was at Zachary’s place, Trish should have definitely told him that they couldn’t hang out there. But she didn’t, and now here she was. Idiot.
To make things more complicated, Nick’s arm was draped over the back of the couch, his fingers not quite touching Trish' shoulder.