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“Thinking about that girl?” Rooster asks.
I laugh. “Raven.”
“Yeah, her. It’s still a thing, huh?”
I nod and suck on the beer bottle.
“You’re a wild card; you know that?”
“Why?” I ask, laughing.
“Because I know men who will sacrifice their left fucking testicle to have what we have—a life without women to answer to, partying, drinking, no responsibilities like a wife and kids to hold us back. And you want to get all worked up over a woman.”
“She’s different,” I say. I know Rooster won’t get it because he doesn’t have something in his life like Raven. Until recently, I felt the same. I didn’t want anyone to answer to; I wanted to live my life on my own terms. But now that I have Raven in my life—however short it may be—I feel like things are starting to change. I don’t want the same things I wanted before.
She even has me thinking about kids. Which is fucking insane. I never wanted kids. But after I saw how she was with Kylie, and how Kylie responded to her…having someone like that to have children with might change everything.
“You know what you need?” Rooster asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“What?”
“A good fuck. With a hot woman. Maybe even more than one. That should set you straight.”
I laugh. “Sounds to me like that’s whatyouneed.”
“Yeah, fine. But it will make you feel better, too.”
“I don’t need to feel better,” I say with a grin. “I’m happy right now.”
“Yeah, but will happy right now translate into the long run?”
I sigh and shake my head. But it’s not for the reason Rooster thinks. It’s because I know tomorrow is my last day with Raven. If she stayed, then yeah, I was willing to bet it would be happiness in the long run. But I’m losing her soon, so it’s fucking short-lived.
“Here’s to the team,” I said, lifting my beer bottle and toasting to something else so that we don’t have to talk about Raven and love anymore. Rooster won’t get it. Hell, until now, I didn’t get it, either.
But now, everything is different.
Chapter 15
Raven
I look in the mirror and turn from side to side.
“You look great,” Michelle says from where she sits on my bed.
“Not too much?”
“I think at this point, you can wear a trash bag and he’ll drool over you.”
I giggle. “Stop.”
“I’m serious, from what you’ve told me—and from what I’ve seen when he came to pick you up earlier this week—the guy is completely infatuated with you. You hold the power, my friend.”
I giggle. “This isn’t a powerplay. We just enjoy each other’s company.”
“Never has a relationship been described in more boring tones.”
At that, I burst out laughing. “It’s not a relationship! Tonight is the last night.” At those words, I deflate a little. I love being with Noah, and knowing that it’s the last night, and after tonight we’re saying goodbye, hurts like hell. I can’t even pretend it doesn’t.
