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Chapter 4
Otto
It had takenme a couple of days to remember exactly who I’d fucked on the front seat of my Mustang, and if I was being honest with myself that was probably because a couple months later I still couldn’t quite believe it. Esther Allen was a good girl and the absolute last person on earth I would’ve ever thought would get down with me, especially in a public place. The only thing that made me feel a little better about the whole situation was the memory that she’d been stone cold sober.
Once I’d realized exactly what I’d done—I’d gone to find her. She’d been pissed when she left the party that night so I hadn’t expected a warm reception, but fuck, I hadn’t anticipated how freaked out she’d been when I showed up at her work. She’d been so panicked by my appearance that I’d asked her to meet me later.
It had been almost four months since my dumb ass had sat at the high school for hours before realizing that Esther wasn’t coming, and with each passing week, the thought of just forgetting about Esther became harder to stomach.
I wasn’t sure if I should try to reach out again. The thought of just never speaking to her again made my guts twist, but I also knew that her family was seriously strict and I didn’t want to cause any trouble for her. It wouldn’t matter that she was legally an adult—if she was still living at home, they still controlled everything she did. There was a whole group of the ultra-religious families that I’d gone to school with. Some were more strict than others, but everyone knew that Ephraim, Estherand their little sister were from one of the stricter families. She never wore anything but skirts, for fuck’s sake—even during PE in high school.
How Esther had gone to the party without her family knowing was a goddamn miracle, but what I couldn’t figure out was why she’d hooked up with me. We’d never even spoken before that night.
It was driving me fucking crazy.
I wasn’t current on the views of their little fundamentalist church, but I would’ve bet my house and my bike that they believed virginity was still a requirement before marriage. So why the hell would she jeopardize all that for an hour in the front of my Mustang? I could still see her eyes when I closed mine, and she’d been clear-headed. She hadn’t even wanted a beer that night—the entire reason we’d walked over to the car was to get her a water bottle from my back seat.
After turning it over and over in my brain, I finally caved and looked for a second opinion.
“You slept withwho?” my little brother Titus asked, staring at me from across the kitchen.
“Esther.”
“EstherAllen?” he asked, his eyes still so wide they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“Do you know any other Esthers?” I barked, guilt riding me hard as he gaped like a fish. I knew I was an asshole. I didn’t need him acting like I was the devil himself.
“What?” he asked faintly. “When? How?Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“She’s just not your usual type,” Titus said defensively. “With the skirts, and the—” He gestured toward his chest and head. “She doesn’t even wear makeup!”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s not even allowed totalkto guys,” he snapped incredulously.
“She talked to me.”
“Obviously,” he muttered nastily. “Jesus, Otto. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I was drunk.”
“In the words of our mother,drinking is never an excuse to behave like a dickhead.”
“She was as into it as I was.”
“Was she drinking?” he ground out accusingly through his teeth.
“No! Fuck no.”
“That’s good at least.” He scrubbed his hands over his face.
We stood there staring at each other.
“Oh fuck,” he said with a little laugh, looking down at the floor. “I get it.”
“Get what?”
