Collapsing onto the bed, pinning her against it for a moment, before I roll off of her and onto my back. Slowly she follows and rolls over, gasping.
Gasping heavily, as I stare up at the ceiling, I can hear her attempting to catch her breath as well. Sure, the entire conversation in the kitchen was awkward, but it was nice, in a really fucked up way. I haven’t seen Drew laugh like that in a long time.
Reaching over, I pull Tatum into my side, for some reason feeling at ease with her to be able to do this.
“When did it happen?” She asks me, and I can tell that it’s something she’s been wondering since we were looking at the bike.
“Last week.”
“What the fuck?” She gasps, sitting up and looking down at me.
“It is what it is.” I just shrug.
“How old is she?” She asks after a few moments of silence.
“16.”
“Jesus.” She mutters before looking up at me. “Where is she living?”
“Here.” I whisper.
“But…” Her voice trails as I see her look up at me and then gasp. “Oh, wow!”
I don’t respond with anything because what am I supposed to say?
“That’s amazing of you.” She whispers, placing her hand on my chest.
“Stop it.” I send her a warning glance and she laughs.
?
“Stop it.” He glances over at me and I can’t help but let the giggle slip out.
“Oh, trust me. I’m not finding emotions for you because of that.” I roll over onto my side, looking at him.
“Good.”
“But seriously, most people wouldn’t do that.”
“I’m aware.”
“You don’t have any other family?” I watch as his brows furrow and then he casually starts turning his head to look at me. I’m not sure if he’s thinking that I’m trying to talk him out of it, or something else. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just meaning that I’m sure it changes a lot of things for you, changes your entire life. Plus, I mean, what, you’re twenty…” I trail, realizing that I never got the piece of information.
“One.”
“Exactly, you’re 21.”
“Yeah. And yeah, we have family, kind of…”
“What do you mean?”
“We have a lot of non-blood family. And the blood family, they all have a lot of shit going on. My brother’s off with his career, my aunt…” He pauses, shaking his head. “She hasn’t been the same since Khan died.”
“Khan?”
“Her husband. It was a road name.” He tilts his head and looks at me. “You’re not from here, are you?”
“No, I moved with my boyfriend from Tacoma. He got a job…” I can’t help but roll my eyes. “How did you know?”
