AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I should go,” he says, quietly.
“No, you don’t have to. We can talk. You can come back to mine.”
“I want to head off.”
“We’re good, though, right?” I ask, worried that this has gone way too bad for him, way too quickly.
“We’re good.” And as if needing to prove it, he reaches down and kisses me. Deep and sinful and full of possession. And everything I need to feel reassured. “I’ll text.”
“Promise me?”
“Promise.”
~
Later that evening, I invite Dante over. He’s been blowing up my phone since the little showdown at the office with messages, so I ask him to bring pizza, like old times.
I get the alert on my phone he’s at the gate a few hours later and go down to greet him.
“Kitchen?” he asks.
“How about the den? I’ll ask Marci to bring us some beers. Marci?” I call.
“Still avoiding the kitchen?”
“And so, what if I am?” I slump down and place the huge pizza box on the table in front of the oversized sectional.
Dante just shrugs and grabs a slice.
Marci comes in, and I ask her to bring us a couple of beers.
“Are you going to tell me I did the wrong thing?”
I lean forward and take my slice, the smell of the cooked cheese, tomato, and herbs is divine, and I fold the slice to start feeding it to myself. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed this. Dante and I used to have pizza night all the time growing up.
“No. Not my place.”
“Oh, really? You usually don’t have those concerns. Like when you called me a whore.”
He takes his beer directly from Marci as she comes back and starts to down it. “That was different.”
“Oh, how?”
“You were being selfish. At least the stunt you pulled with the girl was for us.”
Yeah, for us. I don’t correct him, because that was the heart of the reason, it just wasn’t all of my reasoning. And it’s still not got me anywhere.
“What did Carmen say?” I ask.
“Oh, she’ll be having her fun with her.”
We both focus on the pizza, and I can’t help the disappointment that washes over me. I pulled Kai even further into our world in order to prove my position, and I’m here, no better off.
I switch the subject. “You didn’t come to the opening.”
“You didn’t need me there.”
“Oh, jeez. Thanks, big brother,” I scoff.
