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“His opinion doesn’t matter.”
“Are you two still friends?”
“I’m not so sure anymore.” I didn’t tell her what Eun had done, it’s not worth getting upset about his betrayal again, not when I have finally managed to tamp down the embers of my anger.
“That’s sad. You and Eun have been friends for a long time. I thought that eventually you two would become a couple.”
“Where did you get that idea?”
“Eun liked you for a long time—maybe loved you. Ever since middle school.”
“Well, that’s not ever happening,” I say with a bit of venom in my tone and instantly regret it. “Sorry.”
“Oppa.” He Sook hugs me, pulls back and looks firmly into my eyes. “I just want you to be happy. For a long time, you haven’t been. I heard it in your voice every time we talked. But now… Rafe.”
I shake my head. “God, I missed you.”
“Missed you too, Oppa.”
Is she right? Have I not been happy? I think back to all the years I had to deal with loneliness, with having no family around me. But then I learned to rely on happiness through friends I met along the way. Then came Rafe.
He’s the brightness to my dreary life.
“Do you like this Rafe a lot?”
I wait a beat before confessing, “I do.”
“Then I want to meet him.”
“I don’t—”
“Yes. And with my brilliant mind and sneakily listening to your one-sided conversation, I’m thinking he’s here in Seoul.”
“He is.”
“Then let’s go see Halmeoni, give her the good news about this Rafe, so you can leave to meet your man,” she says, tangling her arm with mine and leading me back inside the hospital.
“Actually, Halmeoni already met him.”
He Sook stops abruptly and mock glares at me. “When?”
“When Rafe showed up at her door almost two weeks ago.”
The incredulous look on my sister’s face has me laughing.
“Now for sure, I want to meet him.”
“Great.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rafe
Isit around our suite as Danny and Connor try to reach Bobby. I’m not holding my breath, waiting for Bobby to answer. He’s probably tucked away somewhere, with a case of vodka or bottles of Jack, drinking his sorry ass off.
Of course I worry for my friend, but Bobby isn’t seeing the flip side of the coin. I like Lyric—no. I love Lyric. As much that word scares the crap out of me, I love him. I can’t think of any other man who makes me think. Who has me laughing my ass off. And who makes me come so hard that my balls have phantom aches from loving on him.
I’m jealous that Callum and Dom get to disappear into their own room.
