-thirty-eight

My nose scrunched up in a cringe. I turned and Erica's cringe was even worse. Cam just stared at the tv with slightly narrowed eyes. Erica then pointed the remote control to the tv and pressed the pause button, mid sex-scene.

"Bathroom break." She got on her feet. "Want anything?"

"Another burger."

My gaze fell to Cam's empty plate before going to Erica when I heard her speak. We were having a sleepover. "Aren't burgers fattening?"

I couldn't tell Cam's reaction to that because she had her back to me but I was quite sure she didn't like what Erica said. Even I didn't like it. Something was up with Erica.

"And aren't you sour today," Cam replied.

Erica was in a mood today. She was in a mood yesterday. The day before that. And every day since dinner at Ricky's. Blake really touched a sore spot.

"Cut me fucking slack, Ramirez. I don't have a show in like forever."

Erica rolled her eyes before turning and walking toward the kitchen. "Just looking out for you."