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“Yeah.” I lean a hip on the counter and take a long pull of my Coke. “He’s irritated with Ben.”
She finishes chewing a bite of rice noodles and tofu. “What happened with Ben?”
I huff out a breath, my shoulders slumping forward.
“That good, huh?” She chuckles.
With a roll of my eyes, I suggest, “Maybe we should sit down.” Then I laugh. “I need ice cream for this.”
Swiping up her leftovers, she exits the kitchen and heads for the hall. “Gonna change really quick. Your room or mine?”
“Mine,” I shout as she disappears from sight.
I rummage through the freezer, grab the peanut butter chocolate fudge ice cream, then fetch my ice cream pint koozie from the drawer. Spoon in hand, I flip off the kitchen light and head for my room.
Two bites into the pint, Delilah walks in and plops down next to me on the bed. Cozy in her fuzzy pajama pants and matching shirt, she slurps her noodles and waits for me to start. After one more bite, I stab the spoon into the ice cream and begin.
For hour-long minutes, I spill every detail about me, Travis, and Ben. By my side, she listens to every word, only asking questions when I pause. When I reach the end, she sets her takeout box aside and sits up straighter, turning to face me head-on.
“You care for them both?”
I nod. “I do.”
“But you only want friendship with Ben?”
I wince. “Yes.” My face twists tighter. “No.” My head tips back and I close my eyes. “Yes.” An audible exhale leaves my lips. “Gah! I hate this.”
Delilah chuckles. “Want to know what I th—”
Snap. Whack.
Both our heads whip toward the window. Breath trapped in my lungs, my heart thumps viciously in my chest. Neither of us moves. Slowly, Delilah peeks over her shoulder at me and mouths,“What was that?”
Eyes wide and bouncing between Delilah and the window, I shrug and shake my head.
I put the lid on the ice cream and set it on the nightstand. Dropping my feet to the floor, I rise from the bed and tiptoe toward the window. I drift to the side of the window as I get closer.
A brutal thrum, my pulse is white noise in my ears. I suck in a deep breath and hold it. My limbs shake as I inch closer to the curtain. One step, then another. Sweat slicks my brow as I reach for the heavy material and pinch it between my fingers. Ever so slowly, I peel the curtain back and peer through the gap and out the window. All I see is blackness.
Lightning flashes, thunder claps shortly after. I jump out of my skin with a shriek, letting go of the curtain and slapping a hand to my chest. “Holy shit!”
Then we both laugh, loud and hard, until our stomachs cramp.
No one is outside. It’s only a storm rolling in.
TWENTY-THREE
SEEKER
A slushy layerof snow blankets my hair, melting and dripping down my neck one flake at a time, soaking my collar. The booming storm from hours ago is long gone, frigid temperatures and a thin coat of ice and snow left in its wake.
I don’t mind the cold. Never have.
And right now, the sight of her keeps me warm. Heats my skin and engorges my cock.
For the first time in weeks, her cop hook up isn’t here—outside in his car or in her bed.
Whore.
