“Took you a while to figure that one out, genius,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“I like it. A lot,” I reply through a smile, unable to stop myself.
“Okay. But like it from a distance,” she says seriously, swatting my hand away from her.
“Why would I do that, Angel? I just said I want you close to me,” I murmur, slowly wrapping my hands around her waist as I pull her against me.
“I can do that,” she whispers, smiling up at me. Her smile is small; her lips rolled in slightly, but I can see the faint glow of red on her cheeks like she’s happy to be here with me. Finally.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” She shrugs again as if she’s too cool for this. Well, she’s already way cooler than me, so maybe she is.
“Dance with me, then.”
“Don’t push it,” she warns, squinting her eyes.
“Come on, Scar. Please?”
As if with perfect timing, the song changes toTurning Pageby Sleeping At Last, the perfect song to dance to. I step back from her, letting her come to me. I hold out my hand, still walking backwards. She shakes her head at me, dropping that beautiful smile to the ground before she walks to me, clasping her hand with mine.
I pull her into me, our hands linking as I wrap one arm around her waist, her head resting on my chest. I don't dance. Neither does she. But this right here, is probably the thing that solidifies how I feel about her. Everything about her fits so perfectly with me. Like no matter how many times we argued or pushed each other away, we were always destined to find our way back to each other.
We sway to the music, and I close my eyes, letting the moment take us away. I’ve needed to be this close to her for weeks.Now that I have her, I’m never letting her go again.
“I want to move on,” she whispers into my shirt. “I want to see wherever this goes, but you hurt me, Evan. What you did really fucking hurt.”
“I know.”
“You can’t keep getting involved with my family anymore, it’s too much. If we’re doing whatever the fuck this is, that doesn’t mean you need to know everything about what’s going on. So, drop it, okay?”
“Already did,” I say thickly. When the words leave my mouth they sound like a lie, because the second I say it, I look up and my dad is staring right at me. I mean it when I say I'm not going to get involved. I don't want to do anything to hurt her again. I can try to protect her the best I can, lay down my life for her, but that doesn’t mean my dad won’t try.
38
Scarlett
“Two updates. Go!'' Kennedy screams. We’re sitting in Florentino's, but she’s clearly not afraid of getting fired, even though she’s the loudest person in here during her break. She basically runs the shop, doing everyone's job for them.
“I'll go first,” Wren suggests. “Number one; Marley finally started calling me by my name and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Number two; Miles taught him how to call me ‘Wrenny.’”
She sulks at her boyfriend’s insistent use of the nickname she hates. It's a little sickly, but mostly it's adorable.
“I was rooting for this update,” Kennedy says, shaking her head. “Miles is so cute with Marley. Do you think you’re ready for kids?”
“Kennedy!” I scream, looking between them.
“It's just a question. I love kids. If I had a man who loved me the way he loves you, I'd be begging for a child,” Kennedy says, her eyes lighting up at the idea.
“No, I don't want children right now, Kennedy,” Wren argues, a little confused. “If Miles ever put a baby in me, I'd never speak to him again. My body would be ruined.”
“But isn’t it worth it? You’d get to see a baby you or a baby him,” Kennedy coos.
“Trust me, nothing turns me on more than seeing him fall asleep with my nephew on his chest, but I donotwant any children right now. It’s way too early to think about,” she says with finality. If Kennedy doesn’t stop, she’s going to end up manifesting it. “Anyway, enough talk about children. Scar, what are your updates?”
I think for a second, picking apart the banana bread I ordered. I shove a piece in my mouth, needing the time to think.
I still haven’t told them about me and Evan becoming whatever we are again. And they still don’t know about the kiss, which I'm never planning on telling them about. If they know we kissed multiple times and that he finger fucked me into next week in the library, they’d never let me live it down. It’s too difficult to put into words the way he makes me feel and I don’t know if they would fully understand it yet.
