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My phone rings.
I fumble around for my back pocket as I try not to yelp. The damn thing frightened the life out of me.
Of course, my ringtone is very distinct. Fergie’s “Good Girls Don’t Cry.” And it’s loud.
I quickly shut the thing off, but it’s not like Thomas didn’t hear it, even with all the music playing downstairs.
He turns and looks over his shoulder as I put my hand over my mouth.
As he walks toward the closet, it’s one of those moments when everything is about to change if he opens those doors and sees me.
He stands there, staring through the slats as our eyes meet, though I know he doesn’t see me. It’s dark…he couldn’t know. I could be anyone. That ringtone is popular…
Instead of opening the door to reveal my identity, he hears Candy behind him and moves away, not before smirking in that cocky way of his over his shoulder.
Candy complains that she’s not done, but Thomas shuffles her out of the room as the noise grows louder then quietens again as the door closes.
Holy fucking crap.
What the hell did I just witness?
And more to the point, why am I so wet?
I take a deep breath. My heart is hammering so fast in my chest that I’m sure he can hear it.
Is there something wrong with me?
I shouldn’t be having these feelings for him, though I know it’s not the first time.
I shake my head and glance at my phone. It was Payden calling, obviously panicking to see where I was. I shoot her a quick text, telling her that there was a line and hope to God Thomas has disappeared for good.
I don’t know how the heck I’m going to get out of this party without being seen.
How can I ever look him in the eyes again?
I saw his… Oh God, no.
I need to eradicate those thoughts once and for all… Then I remember his smirk as he walked away. Damn asshole.
If I never see Thomas Madden again, it’ll be too soon.
3
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Ten yearsago
Lisa beams as I find her in the kitchen after dumping my bag in the hall.
“Thomas!” she says, in surprise. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
Of course she didn’t. It isn’t like my dad would’ve told her anything important like that. All he cares about are my grades and my training schedule, his wife coming in as a close second.
I often wonder how my dad scored a woman like Lisa. She’s everything my real mom never was, not that I knew her because she split when I was around ten. She wanted to have a relationship more recently, but I’ve shied away from that. I don’t deal with liars.
I wasn’t good enough then, but as soon as I got drafted and was doing well for myself, she shows up. Fuck her.
“I told Dad I was headed back for the weekend.” It is Thanksgiving and all, and we always celebrate as a family. It’s the only holiday I tolerate.
