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She swallowed hard, less tears falling from her eyes, her heartbeat slowed down, mirroring the rhythm of mine.
“I never understood this saying until right now. Until this very moment.”
She sucked in her lower lip and stared into the depths of my soul as I said,
“The deeper the love, the deeper the pain.”
11
Aubrey
“You ready, darlin’?” Dylan asked, lying on my bed with his arm behind his head. He was watching some fishing show that bored the absolute hell out of me.
A few months had passed since the incident from the beach. The one that I cared to forget about, and to my surprise, Dylan never brought it up again.
All our birthdays had come and gone. The boys were seventeen, Austin and I sixteen, and Half-Pint fifteen. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was part of a family again, and I loved that more than anything. Summer was in full swing and the boys surfed now more than ever, but I didn’t mind because I got to spend time with Half-Pint. She began working at her parents’ restaurant a few weeks ago. She said she wanted something to do, and that it looked good on college applications. She was starting high school with us and was already thinking about college.
It was a lie.
I knew why she really wanted to work.
“Almost,” I replied, trying to figure out what I was going to wear.
“Jesus Christ, suga’, fucking put anything on, you’ll look gorgeous regardless.”
I smiled, placing my hands on my hips. “Say that again, except this time add a please.”
“Kiss my ass.” He grinned. “Please.”
I laughed, rolling my eyes. I looked back in my closet, sliding hangers back and forth, with nothing special catching my eye.
“Is Alex working today?” I turned my head to ask him.
“Yeah.”
“Remind me to ask her if she wants to go shopping with me. I could use some new clothes.”
Dylan rolled his eyes and shook his head at my overflowing closet. “I’m not going to say one fucking word to that. The boys are meeting us there in a bit. If you would hurry your pretty little ass up, we may get there today.”
“I’m sure Lucas is already there,” I commented, ignoring his impatience.
That was just Dylan. Patience was not his middle name. I ignored most of the stuff that left his mouth. He was still an asshole. Except now, he was my asshole.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he snapped in a tone I didn’t appreciate, which made me turn to look at him.
I cocked my head to the side and arched an eyebrow in a questioning gesture.
“I believe I asked you a question, darlin’.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, McGraw.” I hesitated a few seconds, debating if I really wanted to go there. I did. “But what if I do?” I challenged.
“Don’t talk about things you don’t know, suga’.”
“I’m not the one that doesn’t know,” I muttered under my breath, turning back to look in my closet.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
