“I wish I’d let Tatum in sooner. When you told me she wasgetting married, I lost my shit. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”
“Well, she’s not really speaking to me right now.”
“She still feels the same way?”
Shrugging, I can’t help the slight smirk that spread on my face. “Based on what I can remember last time we drunkenly hooked up, I think so.”
“Then make her listen.”
“What?”
“Show her.”
Sitting back against the chair, I stare out at him.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Wait, you guys hooked up and you both still feel the same, but didn’t get back together?”
“Nope.”
He just stares at me, questioning.
“Ugh,” groaning out, knowing that with every word I say, I toe closer to him figuring it out, but my mouth continues before I can stop myself. “We were at the same party. She followed me into a room. I’m not even sure how it happened, but I corrected her, telling her I can’t have her, which differs from not wanting her.”
“Why can’t you?”
I’m assuming I give him a questioning look as he nods his head.
“Have her? Why can’t you?”
“It’s compl —”
“Yeah, I got that, buthowis it complicated?”
I guess he wouldn’t remember all of this from when he showed up at my house. “I’m actually not surprised you don’t remember.” I laugh to myself, but can see the confused look he gives me. “When you showed up at my house drunk; she was there.”
“Wait, I met her?”
“She was already in bed.” I laugh again. “But overprotective brother who has issues with me.”
He laughs loudly as he looks at me. “You arrested him?”
I pause, contemplating when too much is and how he hasn’t already put all of this together. “Something like that.” Is all I can think to say.
“And let me guess, he doesn’t know about it at all?”
“Nope,” I shake my head.
He laughs harder as he looks at me. “You get off playing with death?”
His question makes me laugh along with him. “That’s actually almost exactly what you said last time.”
“I’m going to head back. Hang out here for a bit. Figure out your life, and take off when you’re ready.” He says standing and walking up the stairs.
“You trust me here alone?”
“You’ve known about this place almost as long as I have.” I canhear the humor in his voice.
Thinking to myself as I sit in the silence, thinking over the conversation. Wondering if I’ve given Z too much already and when the pieces are going to fall together for him.
