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It’s almost ten. And while back in the day we used to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing video games and eating candy that would rot our teeth, thirty is creeping up on us.
I can’t rally like I used to. I yawn.
Seth sicks his eyes on me. “Don’t get tired on us, Lotts!”
“I’m not,” I lie.
A day of overseeing the construction of my latest design is a different kind of exhausting than sitting at my drafting table, planning out new buildings. “I don’t know if Lyons can make it out of this one.” I nod toward the television, getting the attention off me.
Nate doesn’t take his eyes off the television. “Bite me, Lotts.”
Seth and I laugh, big and full-throated like we’re kids again.
However, reality doesn’t take long to settle back in.
I go quiet. Just watching. Wishing I could go home and be alone.
I grab the metallic circle pendant of my necklace.
Since Laney came back into my life, it’s been less and less comforting than it used to be.
I used to grab it any time fear crept in that I would never have the future I wanted, the future I pictured with her.
Instead of relief or hope, all I feel when I touch it now is sorrow.
How foolish could I be to think I could find or even deserve a second chance at love? To have that perfect little life I always imagined?
“Christ, how did you get out of that one?!” Seth cries out as Nate’s avatar emerges from the enemy-riddled building unscathed.
Nate grins. “I have my ways.”
This game is going to go on longer than I’d like.
I dip my head back, consider for a moment if anyone will notice if I close my eyes and catch a couple of zees.
Then someone comes in through the front door.
Edwin and Sonia got back from the Lyons club a few hours ago and have already retreated to their wing, no doubt to jump each other’s bones.
I don’t know how Nate manages it, knowing his ex-girlfriend and his dad are now so infatuated with each other.
I guess the same could be said for me, though. Every time I see Nate, all I can think about is Laney.
He’s done a good job not talking to me about her, but that only makes me worry more.
What do they talk about when they’re not working on making him better? What do theydo?
I get up. “Anyone want another beer?”
“Yes,” both of my friends answer, eyes plastered to the screen.
“Great, be right back.” I head into the darkened hallway, toward the kitchen-. A long, girlish sigh emanating from the kitchen goes right to my dick. So reminiscent of the mornings Laney and I spent in bed together.
That was over three years ago now. And I’m still thinking about her after all this time.
I step into the kitchen.
Laney is obscured by the door to the refrigerator, rooting around inside.
