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I’ve laid it on about as thick as I can here. If I push any further, it might just backfire on me. “Okay.” I exhale with a heavy reluctance. “Just please let me know when you’re ready to talk.”
“I will.” She nods reassuringly.
“And Gwen… can I please just have one thing?”
“What?”
“Can I... please, just touch one?” I gesture to her buns. The ones in her hair.
She gives me a half smirk as I reach up and caress my fingers over the silky strands all wrapped up on one side of her head. She turns then, retreating in the direction of her car. She slips once, and I step forward as she regains her balance.
“Can I at least walk you to your car?” I call, worried she’ll get hurt on the way there.
“No, I’m good!” she hollers over her shoulder. “I need to complete this storm-off on my own!”
“That’s my girl!” I shout back as she absently waves over her shoulder.
CHAPTER8
Gwen
“How did I get back here?” I caterwaul from my couch at Soda Pop Curtis.
Dolores shakes her head next to me as she sips from her high-baller.
“I believe it has something to do with finding a blonde hanging all over a guy who’s supposed to be yours for the second time in a month, fartmuffin.”
“She’sth histh sthister,” I explain in my eloquent slur.
“Ooh,” She leans forward to set her tumbler on the coffee table. “This is freakier than I thought.” She leans back again and tucks in for what I’m sure she believes will be some kind of twisted, enchanting tale where Scott and Kyle are Eskimo brothers who are trying to see how many women in town they can cross lightsabers with.
“Sthorry gramma. Isth not like that.”
“Oh.”
We sit in silence for a moment, zoning out as we watch a hot eighties brotherhood try to figure out this thing called life, but I can’t stop envisioning Rob Lowe with his shirt off, putting on a pair of glasses and wielding a lightsaber through the darkness of my bedroom while speaking to me in Elvish.
“I’m a little drunk,” I close one eye and look at my TRULY can as though I can blame this whole night on it.
“Pfft,” Delores scoffs. “I knew that by your interesting choice of hairstyle tonight.” She nods up at my head.
Fuck. I’m still in my space buns.
“I wanted to surprise Kyle,” I explain. “Mostly to be sweet. I knew he’d love them, but I wouldn’t have complained if it resulted in hot lightsaber sex.”
“Ahh… TikTok,” Delores nods at eighties Matt Dillon. “And instead, you relived the experience of walking in on your man with a blonde and left him while he groveled on his knees.”
I set my offending trouble-making beverage down and prop my elbows on my knees, holding my chin in my hands.
Kyle was on his knees in the snowy street tonight when he didn’t even really do anything wrong. He can’t help that Ski Bunny Barbie is his sister. And he swore onEmpirethat he didn’t know she’d slept with Scott, so Ihaveto believe him. It’s just so hard to know where to go from here. It’s kind of hard to see a future with a guy when you have bad blood with his family. It kind of jacks things up.
I just need a night to sort this, out and then I’ll talk to him. Even if we can’t work things out, he deserves that much.
Kyle took care of me the night he met me and has been showing me I’m not clumsy at everything by teaching me to snowboard—something Scott the twat never thought of. Taking me on a ride down a hill, giving me the most swoony first kiss ever. He watchedBack to the Futurewith me and gave me lightsaber sex, for fucks sake! And tonight, he got on his knees and begged me to believe him!
Damn.
I can’t just talk to him. I have to be with him! Even if it means forgiving and forgetting what his sister did.
