I smirked. “Or some shit. I wore my old Batman mask, and she showed up in a Poison Ivy mask.”
Rowan stopped and stared at me. “You two showed up matching? Unplanned? Did you tell her about your comic book nerd status?”
I smacked him in the chest. “Shut the fuck up, dude. No, I didn’t. We didn’t exchange any info. We met up, ran, fucked, parted ways. Haven’t talked to her since.”
We started walking again, and he chuckled again. “You’re in love.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fuck you, I am not. That’s a you thing. There isn’t a woman in the world aside from Mom, Payton, and now Aspen that I’d be killing some dude for, so it isn’t even a topic of discussion. She was just a lot of fun, and with work and shit, I need that. Fun. Nothing else.”
I glared over at him as he shook his head, a smile still plastered across his face. “Whatever you say, bro. Oh and by the way, make sure you go see Ember ASAP. Aspen is freaking out knowing you spent all week saving her instead of her friend.”
“Ember?”
He arched a brow at me. “Buns of Delight owner in town?”
Oops. Totally fumbled the ball there.
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Don’t worry. I’ll go see her in the morning.”
He was right though, it was whatever I said. My brother had no idea how happy I was for him that he’d found Aspen, and I meant what I said. I’d help him kill again to maintain that happiness. But me? I wouldn’t be finding that. I didn’t even believe I was capable of loving someone like that. So why worry about it? I was just a man looking for fun.
Simple.
Stretchedout across my bed in my grey sweats and one of my black, cropped, workout tanks, I pushed my black framed glasses up my nose as I scrolled through a bunch of bullshit on social media. I’d finished cleaning up with my brothers before we all parted ways and headed back to our homes. I was showered, shaved, took out my contacts, and was now officially trying my hardest to relax. However, before I could manage to find my way into that headspace, I had the brilliant idea to check in on the Silk and Spice app. I truly couldn’t turn my mind off of work for more than an hour, it seemed.
Opening the messages portion of the app, I found myself smiling when I saw the green dot showing the fiery girl from the other night was online. I’d told myself I was done, once and we were finished. We’d shared that cigarette, which was way fucking hotter than it should’ve been. I watched her drive away, and I’d relegated myself to being content with us sharing a filter full of tobacco being the closest our lipswould come. I was done now. However, some other force had me opening the message thread we’d started that first time and typing out a message.
ImVengecock: You’re up late.
I watched as she read the message and started typing back, finding myself anxious for her response.
Scream-Pies: Is this how you normally find booty calls? Slide into their DM’s in the middle of the night, stating the obvious?
ImVengecock: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a fiery little thing?
Scream-Pies: Has anyone ever told you that you’re really good at stating the obvious?
ImVengecock: Only my brothers.
Scream-Pies: Happy to be added to such an exclusive list.
ImVengecock: It is definitely much better looking with you on it.
Scream-Pies: Aw. Are horrid looks common in your family?
I started laughing. Fuck, this woman was a brat.
ImVengecock: Common? Somewhat. Thankfully they skipped me though.
Scream-Pies: You are a cocky fucker, aren’t you?
ImVengecock: You didn’t seem to have any complaints about my cock the other night.
Scream-Pies: I walked right into that one. My mistake.
ImVengecock: Care for another go?
Scream-Pies: Someone’s attached already. One dip and you’re addicted?
