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Authors: Antoinette Candela
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“You want anything, babe?” I raise my head and gaze at Cane affectionately as he kisses my nose.
“No, I’m good, babe,” he whispers. “For now .” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he slowly slides his hand up my thigh. My breath catches; my senses rise dangerously. If we were alone right now, we’d definitely be breaking in this plush, comfortable sofa.
“You can’t do that,” I murmur softly, slowly rising from the couch. He smirks and smacks my ass. “You’re gonna pay for that.” I wave a finger at him, shaking my head playfully before I head over to the kitchen.
“Can’t wait.” He grins wickedly. If my stomach wasn’t growling, we’d be upstairs in thirty seconds flat, but I really need something to eat. I grab the leftovers from the refrigerator, pop them in the microwave, and open the cabinet to grab a plate. I find a random bottle of whiskey on the shelf, and can’t help wondering what it’s doing there when the liquor cabinet is in the other room.
“Hey, Jace.” I turn to him and raise the bottle of whiskey. “Do you know anything about this?” He stops talking to Cane long enough to look at me like I’m crazy.
“I don’t know.” He frowns and shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe Corey had a rough day and forgot where the liquor cabinet was.” He returns his attention to the game.
“For someone who’s always complaining about little things that other people do, he’s got a lot of nerve,” I mutter under my breath, shoving the bottle right back in the cabinet. “Where are Mom and Corey anyway?” I ask, opening the door to the patio to let some of the summer air into the house.
“She was leaving when I was getting in,” he replies, waving his hands impatiently, “and Corey was working late or something. That’s what I overheard when Mom was on the phone with him.” He finishes with disinterest and focuses back on the TV.
“Oh.” I cross my arms and turn back to the microwave, watching the time slowly tick away. There’s trouble in paradise, so I’m not surprised they might need some time apart. My heart aches for my mom. I wish I could do something to make it easier for her. The smell of the zucchini parmesan fills the house. I take the food from microwave and shove a forkful into my mouth. This is the best I’ve had; my mom outdid herself. She probably feels guilty for exposing me to another of her confrontations with Corey and responsible for me running out earlier in the day.
“Elle, babe?”
“Yeah?” I reply, craning my neck to see from the kitchen table into the living room.
“Where did you end up going with Reed?” Cane asks, cocking his eyebrows in my direction.
I almost choke on my food. It’s not as if I did anything wrong, but between my thoughts, and my having been alone with Reed, it makes me feel like I did something deceitful. I tell myself that I have nothing to worry about and that Cane knew I was with his friend. I wasn’t sneaking around behind his back or out with a stranger. I was just being polite. “Do you remember Linden Park?” I reply after swallowing my food.
“Yeah.”
“That’s where we were,” I answer, scraping the last bit of food off my plate.
“It’s still there?” he asks.
“Well, they fixed it up.” I wait for him to say something. “We should go sometime.” I feel like I am sharing a secret that I am supposed to keep. I really don’t want to continue the conversation; there’s not much more that I want to say about it. Talking about it will make me think about Reed, and about how he draws feelings out of me that I can’t quite grasp.
“Sure, whenever you want,” Cane replies, clearly not interested in talking about or going to a park.
I get up, put the plate in the sink, and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Fatigue hits me as I lean up against the countertop, or is it Reed that has me flustered? I need to get a grip. I gaze over at Cane who’s pinned his eyes on me. My
“You want anything, babe?” I raise my head and gaze at Cane affectionately as he kisses my nose.
“No, I’m good, babe,” he whispers. “For now .” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he slowly slides his hand up my thigh. My breath catches; my senses rise dangerously. If we were alone right now, we’d definitely be breaking in this plush, comfortable sofa.
“You can’t do that,” I murmur softly, slowly rising from the couch. He smirks and smacks my ass. “You’re gonna pay for that.” I wave a finger at him, shaking my head playfully before I head over to the kitchen.
“Can’t wait.” He grins wickedly. If my stomach wasn’t growling, we’d be upstairs in thirty seconds flat, but I really need something to eat. I grab the leftovers from the refrigerator, pop them in the microwave, and open the cabinet to grab a plate. I find a random bottle of whiskey on the shelf, and can’t help wondering what it’s doing there when the liquor cabinet is in the other room.
“Hey, Jace.” I turn to him and raise the bottle of whiskey. “Do you know anything about this?” He stops talking to Cane long enough to look at me like I’m crazy.
“I don’t know.” He frowns and shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe Corey had a rough day and forgot where the liquor cabinet was.” He returns his attention to the game.
“For someone who’s always complaining about little things that other people do, he’s got a lot of nerve,” I mutter under my breath, shoving the bottle right back in the cabinet. “Where are Mom and Corey anyway?” I ask, opening the door to the patio to let some of the summer air into the house.
“She was leaving when I was getting in,” he replies, waving his hands impatiently, “and Corey was working late or something. That’s what I overheard when Mom was on the phone with him.” He finishes with disinterest and focuses back on the TV.
“Oh.” I cross my arms and turn back to the microwave, watching the time slowly tick away. There’s trouble in paradise, so I’m not surprised they might need some time apart. My heart aches for my mom. I wish I could do something to make it easier for her. The smell of the zucchini parmesan fills the house. I take the food from microwave and shove a forkful into my mouth. This is the best I’ve had; my mom outdid herself. She probably feels guilty for exposing me to another of her confrontations with Corey and responsible for me running out earlier in the day.
“Elle, babe?”
“Yeah?” I reply, craning my neck to see from the kitchen table into the living room.
“Where did you end up going with Reed?” Cane asks, cocking his eyebrows in my direction.
I almost choke on my food. It’s not as if I did anything wrong, but between my thoughts, and my having been alone with Reed, it makes me feel like I did something deceitful. I tell myself that I have nothing to worry about and that Cane knew I was with his friend. I wasn’t sneaking around behind his back or out with a stranger. I was just being polite. “Do you remember Linden Park?” I reply after swallowing my food.
“Yeah.”
“That’s where we were,” I answer, scraping the last bit of food off my plate.
“It’s still there?” he asks.
“Well, they fixed it up.” I wait for him to say something. “We should go sometime.” I feel like I am sharing a secret that I am supposed to keep. I really don’t want to continue the conversation; there’s not much more that I want to say about it. Talking about it will make me think about Reed, and about how he draws feelings out of me that I can’t quite grasp.
“Sure, whenever you want,” Cane replies, clearly not interested in talking about or going to a park.
I get up, put the plate in the sink, and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Fatigue hits me as I lean up against the countertop, or is it Reed that has me flustered? I need to get a grip. I gaze over at Cane who’s pinned his eyes on me. My
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