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I don’t want to be in the same room as Angela and Hendrix. As much as I know nothing else can happen between us, that doesn’t stop my heart from longing for it. Hell, I don’t even know if she feels the same way, or after that, did she get what she wanted and can just act like nothing happened? This isn’t something I signed up for when coming back to Grapevine, and definitely not anything I thought would ever come to fruition. Sure, I dreamed about it a lot, but who doesn’t have sex dreams about the girl they have been in love with since junior high? I can’t be the only one.
When Hendrix pulls up into the driveway, I wonder how the heck Leslie can afford a place like this, but then I remember her boyfriend. It must be his place and she has moved in. I’m glad she found someone to make her happy. She is the one I pegged to be the firefighter for life, but she got out of there and is doing what she loves. It takes a brave soul to do that. When being self-employed, the odds are usually against you. There is no guaranteed salary, and your income can fluctuate often, so you have to be good at saving and budgeting to make sure if you go through a dry spot, you can still pay your bills. Since she is living with Noah, I imagine that this isn’t a concern any longer.
I follow Hendrix to the door, and my heart drops when Angela answers the door. Her eyes lock on mine, and I gulp.
“Didn’t know you were bringing anyone? Please tell me you told Leslie? She’s a mess right now, and worried there isn’t enough food for everyone.”
Hendrix pushes in past her, and I hang back for a second. “Sorry, he made me come.”
“You aren’t bothering me. We’ve been around each other for almost thirty years, I think we can handle it,” she says, pulling me inside and shutting the door.
“Okay, wasn’t sure after last night how you felt about this. I can find an excuse and leave,” I say.
“Stop being ridiculous,” she says, lowering her voice to a whisper. “We had sex, Stefan. It’s not like we are getting married, chill.”
She walks away, and the red dress sits right underneath her butt. Come on, give me a little peek. If she didn’t know I was coming, then who was the dress for? Surely, she doesn’t dress like this all the time?
Noah sees Hendrix coming into the living room, and heads for the kitchen. He probably doesn’t want to get stuck in a two-hour conversation about the business again. Run away, bro.
“Did you see that?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s his house and his girlfriend is stressed. He’s probably trying to calm her down.”
Do I believe that? No, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He sits down on the couch, and pulls out his phone. Aw, poor Hendrix isn’t the center of attention. Let’s see how long he ends up staying. I give it an hour or so.
I don’t even know why he had to bring me here, because it’s not like anyone is going to ask about the business, and his father isn’t here, so it’s not like he’s going to be getting into a screaming match.
“So, what did you guys do last night?” Leslie asks, walking in and taking a seat on the couch.
I’m not answering that.
“Met up with an old girlfriend from school. Nothing to write home about,” Hendrix replies, not even looking up from his phone.
“Well, our sister here apparently had someone over last night, and won’t tell me who. Isn’t she glowing? Whoever it is, he needs to keep coming around because I haven’t seen her like this in years.”
I laugh, and Angela's death stare hits me. Let’s not bring any attention to me. Don’t be an idiot. I find it funny that Leslie can pick up on things like that. Too bad for her, I won’t be coming around. Why didn’t I control myself and just walk out last night? Although, taking her home, I would have never guessed that it would have ended that way. How could I?
“Seriously? I don’t want to hear about her sex life,” Hendrix says.
“And we don’t want to hear about yours, but you don’t give us a choice,” Angela says.
If the circumstances were different, Angela and I could see where this is going, but they aren’t, and unfortunately, things don’t always go the way you want. As much as Hendrix pisses me off sometimes, it’s still his sister. I have to respect his wishes.
Thankfully, no one asked me how my night was, because then I would have to come up with some elaborate story, and honestly, I can’t remember what I told Hendrix earlier, so I would be caught in a lie. It wouldn’t take long for them to put it together.
Can we get through this night without making it obvious? I didn’t think it would be hard, but with Angela wearing that dress, and every time she shuffles it rises farther and farther up her thigh, I find my eyes locked onto her, and wishing things were different.
