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Not unless it meant more time with her.
ChapterTwo
Emerson
Emerson Age 19
Roman Age 29
Stepping out of the shower, I hear my phone ringing. I quickly wrap my hair in a towel, then grab one to tie around my body before opening the door and rushing to where my phone is plugged in on the nightstand beside my bed.
I smile when I see my best friend Monroe’s smiling face. “I just left you not even an hour ago,” I tease.
“Shut it,” she fires back with absolutely no heat in her tone. “Have you seen him yet?”
I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me. “No.” I don’t have to ask her who she’s talking about. I know she means Roman, one of my brother’s best friends, the man I can’t stop thinking about.
Monroe and I have been inseparable since kindergarten, and I don’t hide anything from her. This is why as soon as I caught my breath after our mutual space-sharing masturbation session, I called her to tell her what had happened.
That night is also why I’ve been both dreading and anxiously awaiting summer break from college. I don’t want to face Roman. I don’t want to see the remorse in his eyes. I don’t want to be his living regret.
On the flip side of that, I do want to see him.
I want to see if that night was just a drunken mishap or if there could be something there. Not to mention I’ve missed my big brother.
Forrest has always been there for me, checking in and ensuring I have everything I need. The day I turned eighteen, he showed up at our parents’ place with his four best friends, Legend, Roman, Maddox, and Lachlan, and moved me in with him. That was the best day of my life. I owe my big brother everything, so this request to come home to see him, even though I’d rather avoid his best friend, was an easy one to grant.
“Damn,” Monroe mutters. “I was hoping he would be there.”
“Do you wish that torture on me?” I ask her. I’m only partially serious about that question. It’s torture to see him and not have him, not that I need to explain that to my best friend. She knows me well enough to understand my meaning.
“You know I don’t,” she counters. “However, I can’t wait to see how he reacts.”
“Roe, we’ve been over this. He’s going to look at me with regret, possibly corner me and threaten me never to speak of that night, or he’s just going to ignore it all.” Including me, but I don’t say that.
“Or, he might want another go? Maybe watching just does it for him.” I can picture her shrugging, her long black curly hair bouncing with the movement.
I hear the front door close and heavy footfalls on the hardwood floors. “Forrest is home. I just got out of the shower, so I’m going to get dressed and go hug my brother.”
“Oh, hug him for me too.” Her tone is sassy and flirty. “Make sure you tell him it’s from me. And if his sexy besties are there, they get a hug from me too, ’K?”
I can’t help but laugh at her. Monroe has flirted with Forrest and his friends for years. She’s not interested in my brother, but she loves to get under his skin. He thinks of her as a second little sister. As far as the rest of the guys, I can’t be sure.
“I’ll leave that up to you. I’m not flirting with my brother for you.”
“What about the others? They’re all fine as hell. I mean, Roman is obviously yours. The whole ‘watch me crank my shaft’ display makes that a given, but the other three are no relation to you, so….” She lets her voice trail off.
“Not flirting with any of them for you.” Especially Roman, but I don’t say that out loud.
“Party pooper,” she retorts. “I was going to ask you to send a picture of that vein that pops out on Forrest’s forehead.”
“That’s all you, Roe, and you know it. That’s an in-person kind of reaction.”
“Fine.” She heaves a heavy sigh. “I’ll just have to do it myself. Not tonight. My mom is already making dinner, and I’m exhausted from the drive.”
We left Kentucky early this morning. We both had cars with us at school, so we did a mini-caravan type of thing. Stopping at all the same stops for gas, food, and bathroom breaks. Forrest was very happy to hear this. He then proceeded to brag about how he taught me well. He’s not just bragging like any big brother would do. Forrest has been a parent to me, more so than our parents. He’s protective, sometimes too much so, but I love him for it. It’s nice to know I have someone in my corner other than my bestie who cares.
“Me too. I plan to talk to Forrest for a few and then crash.”
