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He seems to take my answer for the truth because his hard eyes soften slightly. “I know. God, I can’t imagine. I hate what the world has done to you. You don’t deserve it all. You’re a good man and you love hard. It’s fucked up that the universe takes them from you so viciously.”
I clear my throat to prevent the emotion building in my chest from crawling into my voice. The thought that I haven’t properly mourned Angela flashes through my mind. While I mourned Tessa, I had a therapist and my brother was checking in on me four times a day. There had been a month-long binge where I did nothing but consume whiskey and pizza, and a list of other destructive behaviors while I grieved who had been the love of my life for so long. It wasn’t until I met Angela that I felt myself start to move on. She loved me through that pain, but it took a few years for me to even be ready forher.
Losing Angela devastated me in a different way, but even I can see the differences in this mourning process. I smile more, I laugh more, I don’t feel bouts of depression or self-destructive thoughts. There were moments I felt I couldn’t breathe because I knew Tessa no longer walked the planet. I haven’t felt that yet about Angela.
Fuck. What is wrong with me?
Maybe I’d be feeling those things if I didn’t have Stassi—a woman that makes me smile and laugh—maybe I didn’t feel self-destructive because I know I have to be strong for her.
Or maybe she’s healing me in the same way Angela did.
So, what happens after we’re done?
My thoughts are interrupted by Stassi returning to the table with bright red lips that were not there before she left. Thoughts of sliding my cock through those ruby red lips flash through my head and my cock immediately starts to rise under the table. It’s only made harder by the fact that she hasn’t looked at me since she sat back down and now has her lips wrapped around a straw.
“Seth,” she says, breaking me from my thoughts, “there was a lady at the bar. She stopped me…” she holds a piece of paper between her fingers. “She wanted you to have this.”
A wicked grin finds his lips as he reaches for it and she pulls it back out of his reach. “Ah ah ah. What are you going to do for this?”
“Seriously? Come on, Stass. Give me. Wait, first, was she hot?”
“I’d say so. She looked easy.” She shrugs.
“Ha ha.” He mocks and even I let a laugh slip between my lips. I’m not sure what game Stassia is playing right now. If there is even a woman, if that is even her phone number, but I’m willing to play along with any plan she has if it gets us alone.
“She says she’s about to meet some friends at a bar around the corner.” She shrugs. “I told her I’m not old enough to get in and that she knew the bouncer to get me in. I mean…if you need your wingman,” she says as her eyes glance over at me.
Not. Part. Of. The. Plan. Stassia.
“I don’t want you going to a bar, Stassi.” I voice my opinion that thankfully won’t raise any suspicion.
“Oh, come on. They’ll probably slap an under twenty-one wrist band on her or something so she can’t order alcohol.”
“Not the point.”
“Look, you can hash out the details with her. She might still be there; she was nursing a cocktail when she stopped me,” Stassi interjects.
“So, wait, what did she say, and are you sure she meant me and not this one?” He rolls his eyes. “Not that there’s any comparison.” He jokes as he points at himself and then at me. “I mean come on, am I right?”
“Uhhh.” Stassi cocks her head to the side before looking at me and then at him. “I don’t think I want to answer that question.” She giggles. “I’m trying to convince him to buy me a car, after all.” She looks at me and smiles. “I think you’re the most handsome man in all the land,” She says with exaggeration and a giggle, but I hope somewhere inside of her she actually feels that way. “She’s blonde, her name is Rachel, and she’s wearing a red jumpsuit. You can’t miss her.”
Seth nods and grabs her shoulder as he stands. “Good lookin’ out, Stass. Be right back.”
I look over my shoulder to make sure he’s gone before I turn back to her. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” She puts her hands under her chin and sticks her bottom lip out. That red fucking bottom lip.
“I shouldn’t give you shit since you put that lipstick on to tempt me.” I glare at her, though I hope she can see the playfulness in my eyes.
She throws her head back and lets out a hearty laugh, putting a hand over her chest and drawing my eyes back to her skin. “So, you like it then?” She leans forward and puts a hand under her chin before shooting me a sexy wink. “I can’t wait to see it all over your dick later.”
“And you won’t let us leave Seth, why? Also, is the woman even real?” I whisper as I lean forward as well.
“Of course, she’s real,” she says looking around me assumedly to make sure Seth isn’t coming back. “It was actually pretty ironic that she stopped me. I think she wanted to make sure I wasn’twithhim or anything because she was going to send a drink over but didn’t want to offend me.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That I was banging the other guy at the table, of course.” She smiles and my heart almost flies out of my chest, when she rolls her eyes. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize she’s kidding. “Really? I said he was my stepfather’s brother and that he’s only in town for the weekend and she lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.” She shakes her head and scrunches her nose. “I swear, I heard her panties drop. Homegirl needs to close her legs and open a Bible.” She giggles. “I don’t know, I just can’t ever see myself being someone who just fucks anyone with a dick. She’s never even spoken to him and she’s already planning to go home with him.” She shrugs and shakes her head, shaking her dark curls over her shoulders. “Wait! Before he comes back, can we please go? Like an hour tops.”
