“I think she’d have really liked him,” I say quietly.
“Yeah, he’s ok, I guess.” She shrugs, putting her sunglasses back on.
I just shake my head at her.
“See you tonight, Vix,” I say while she walks out the door.
She doesn’t turn back, she just wave-salutes in the air, before making her way to the elevator.
I hear my phone buzz, and I grab it off the kitchen island.
Zayne’s name shows on the display, and an instant warmth floods over me.
Zayne: Hey beautiful, what are you up to?
Me: Nothing, Vix just left and was gonna watch a little TV before I get ready for tonight. Why, what’s up?
Zayne: I’m going to be wrapping up here in about an hour, so do you want me to grab dinner and bring it back?
Me: Sure
Zayne: ok, let me know what you want, and I’ll go out.
Chapter 33
Myssa
An hour later, while I’m engrossed in an episode of Supernatural, Zayne walks in and puts the Chinese food down on the island. I jump, startled by the noise.
“Damn, must be a good episode if you didn’t even hear me walk in.” He chuckles.
“It is. Death is my favorite character, and his entrance in Chicago is so badass,” I reply in delight.
I walk over to where Zayne is standing and taking out the containers, and I give him a quick kiss.
I grab some plates out of the cabinets and silverware out of the drawer, picking a few crab Rangoon out and plating my general Tso’s before laying my plate on the coffee table.
Heading back to the fridge, I ask over my shoulder, “Do you want a beer, coke, or water?”
As he scoops the last of his sweet-and-sour chicken onto the plate, he answers, “Coke please, babe.”
I can get used to this, but at the same time, I’m terrified. The way this feels, so natural. It’s like being with him gives me the missing piece of my soul. The part I’ve always needed to feel whole. But what if I fuck it up? What if I do something that annoys him, or what if…? But I quickly brush off the swirlingnegativity, crowdig my headspace and just enjoy the peace of this moment.
“How was Vix?” he asks.
I pick at my food for a moment. I want to talk to him about this, but at the same time, he’s best friends with Knox. I’d like his perspective on the situation. Today was, I think, the first time I’ve really seen Vix this vulnerable. I can feel him studying me.
“Happy for us, but sad because…” I pause again. He already knows, though. He’s been watching them as much as I have.
“Knox,” he says with a sigh.
“I don’t know what’s going on there with him. I know he worships the ground she walks on. He has never even looked at another woman. I don’t understand why he doesn’t go for it.” He shakes his head.
“Me neither,” I say, taking a bite of my chicken. “I hope they figure it out before it’s too late,” I say.
“Yeah.”
Finishing dinner, I curl up next to him, and lay my head on his chest. He wraps an arm around me, playing with the strands of my hair.
