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Fuck that.
I dump them in my hamper and sit on the edge of my bed for a second before I stand by my window and watch her get in an Uber, then I bolt out of the apartment. I can’t stand to be haunted by her memory in my space.
Thirty
Kyleigh
I’m standingat the curb, waiting for the Uber to arrive, when I hear the security gate open. I glance over my shoulder, berating myself for hoping it’s Rowan. Conor’s dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a backward hat on.
“I can get myself home,” I say loudly enough for him to hear.
“We need to talk. And unlike other people, I’m not letting you go home by yourself at three in the morning.” He stands next to me, his protective stance trying to showcase some sort of dominance.
“You know it’s none of your business, right?”
His head rocks back in sheer disbelief. “He’s my fucking teammate. And friend.”
“He wasn’t. At the time, he wasn’t.”
Thankfully, probably due to the time of night, my Uber pulls along the curb. Conor opens the door, and I huff, getting in, my gaze floating up to the window of Rowan’s condo. He stands there with his arms crossed, watching me leave. I really wish he’d let me talk to him and tell him everything, but I also understand how big trust is to him, and I broke that. I knowingly broke that.
Rowan turns around as if satisfied I’m gone, and I slide into the car. Conor climbs in after me.
“I’m an adult in case you haven’t noticed.”
“You’ll always be my little sister. Deal with it.”
The Uber driver looks at me in the rearview mirror, recites the address, and I nod. He doesn’t react to Conor, which means he must not be a hockey fan.
“I can live my own life. I don’t need you or Mom telling me what to do.” I stare out the window.
“So, when I got traded, you were already with him?”
How much information do I want to give him? I’m not sure. I really want Rowan to know everything first. “Yes.”
“And with him means what? Because I’ve heard about the girl he’s with, and it didn’t sound much like dating to me.”
Shit. Of course they’ve talked about me. Most likely Tweetie opened his big mouth. Rowan doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to kiss and tell. “We had an arrangement.”
A strangled growl erupts from deep inside his chest, and I watch his fists clench on his thighs.
“Oh my god, grow up. Your little sister has sex.”
The Uber driver coughs into his fist.
Conor glances at the driver and sits there quietly, probably wanting to wait until we’re out of here before he says anything else. He’s used to having to stay guarded around strangers in case people overhear his conversation.
His silence makes the car ride awkward and uncomfortable. I really wish he would’ve let me go home by myself.
Finally, the Uber parks in front of my apartment building, and Conor gets out. I thank the driver, press the tip on my phone, and go to my building’s door.
“I’m home. Bye.”
“No way. I’m staying the night in case Landry’s ass shows up here,” he says.
I wish I had something pointy to stab him in the eye with. But I’m not going to make yet another scene on the street in the middle of the night, so I let him follow me up to my apartment. Once we’re behind my apartment door, I decide it’s about time we define our adult roles in our sibling relationship.
“Listen, I’m not twelve. I’m twenty-five years old. I can fuck who I want, when I want, and you can’t say anything about it. I’m sorry that you found out the way you did. It wasn’t my intention.”
