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pain in the ass ,” I yelled out the last part so she could hear me. “But yes, she’s cool.”
Devin popped open his soda. “How long have you guys been roommates?”
“Well, eight months, but we’ve been sisters for three years.” I cracked my own soda.
“You’re sisters? Oh yeah, you mentioned her when we went to breakfast, right?”
My heart fluttered that he actually remembered. I took a satisfying sip of my drink. Making out makes you parched. “Actually, we’re ex-step sisters who happen to be best friends and roommates.”
Devin’s eyebrows crinkled. “Okay, my brain’s a little foggy since I don’t have full blood flow there, but give me a second to process that.”
I gave Devin the quick rundown of my dad’s four marriages and Fiona’s mom’s three. “It was really hard because once they got married and Fiona and I met, we just totally thought that it was all meant to be. We immediately felt like best friends and sisters. We used to joke that we must be related, but we got separated when we were little.” Talking about it always brought back the feelings of sadness from when they separated. Luckily, Fiona and I stuck in spite of our parents.
“What happened with your birth mom?” Devin asked.
I took another sip of my soda. “Well.” I paused for a beat needing another moment before continuing. “She took off when I was seven.”
“As in went out for cigarettes and never came back?”
It actually made me laugh. “Well, not quite. As in left for Vegas to nurture her gambling addiction.”
“Whoa. And do you talk to her at all?” Devin lightly rubbed my back.
“She used to call on Christmas and my birthday. But that stopped when I turned thirteen.” The hole inside me felt like it was expanding. I was uncomfortable and didn’t want to think about her anymore. “What about your parents?”
Devin shifted in his seat. “Well, my mom’s great, and my dad’s a military man. Strict. Orderly. Demanding.” He took a deep breath. “He moved out two years ago. He just couldn’t seem to handle raising another kid. Kyle can be challenging, and without me around to sort of offset things he just, I don’t know, couldn’t handle it. But at least he still has visitation with Kyle and stuff. So. I don’t know. I guess it’s not too bad.”
Part of me wanted to ask more questions, and find out more about his family. But the other part of me knew that talking more about his family meant talking more about mine, and I’d thought enough about that for tonight. Besides, the feeling of Devin’s fingers slowly running up and down my back was clouding my brain. “Do you mind if we talk about something else?”
He leaned into me and kissed the skin just behind my ear. “Or we could not talk for a while.”
It was like he read my mind. I let his mouth overtake mine, and we slipped away into a place where no one could touch us.
***
To distract myself, I’d taken to counting the number of dogs I saw as Fiona drove us to our parent’s house. My preference for that Friday night was to be with Devin, but Fiona insisted that it was best for all parties involved if we went to dinner. Apparently, these “family” dinners were going to become a new thing for us all in an effort to make things more functional in our little dysfunctional group. It was odd. After talking to my dad, I’d come to accept that things weren’t going to be warm and fuzzy, family-wise. It was something I’d wanted since I was little, but hell, I wasn’t little anymore, and it was time to just be happy with the fact that I had family who loved me. That would have to be enough. There would always be a little empty hole inside me, but at least I had people around me who could fill up some of it. Part of me wondered if there was some other reason these dinners were going to occur. Was there more to the story? More than meets the eye? Dirty details yet to come out? Or was it just my brain jumping to obtuse
Devin popped open his soda. “How long have you guys been roommates?”
“Well, eight months, but we’ve been sisters for three years.” I cracked my own soda.
“You’re sisters? Oh yeah, you mentioned her when we went to breakfast, right?”
My heart fluttered that he actually remembered. I took a satisfying sip of my drink. Making out makes you parched. “Actually, we’re ex-step sisters who happen to be best friends and roommates.”
Devin’s eyebrows crinkled. “Okay, my brain’s a little foggy since I don’t have full blood flow there, but give me a second to process that.”
I gave Devin the quick rundown of my dad’s four marriages and Fiona’s mom’s three. “It was really hard because once they got married and Fiona and I met, we just totally thought that it was all meant to be. We immediately felt like best friends and sisters. We used to joke that we must be related, but we got separated when we were little.” Talking about it always brought back the feelings of sadness from when they separated. Luckily, Fiona and I stuck in spite of our parents.
“What happened with your birth mom?” Devin asked.
I took another sip of my soda. “Well.” I paused for a beat needing another moment before continuing. “She took off when I was seven.”
“As in went out for cigarettes and never came back?”
It actually made me laugh. “Well, not quite. As in left for Vegas to nurture her gambling addiction.”
“Whoa. And do you talk to her at all?” Devin lightly rubbed my back.
“She used to call on Christmas and my birthday. But that stopped when I turned thirteen.” The hole inside me felt like it was expanding. I was uncomfortable and didn’t want to think about her anymore. “What about your parents?”
Devin shifted in his seat. “Well, my mom’s great, and my dad’s a military man. Strict. Orderly. Demanding.” He took a deep breath. “He moved out two years ago. He just couldn’t seem to handle raising another kid. Kyle can be challenging, and without me around to sort of offset things he just, I don’t know, couldn’t handle it. But at least he still has visitation with Kyle and stuff. So. I don’t know. I guess it’s not too bad.”
Part of me wanted to ask more questions, and find out more about his family. But the other part of me knew that talking more about his family meant talking more about mine, and I’d thought enough about that for tonight. Besides, the feeling of Devin’s fingers slowly running up and down my back was clouding my brain. “Do you mind if we talk about something else?”
He leaned into me and kissed the skin just behind my ear. “Or we could not talk for a while.”
It was like he read my mind. I let his mouth overtake mine, and we slipped away into a place where no one could touch us.
***
To distract myself, I’d taken to counting the number of dogs I saw as Fiona drove us to our parent’s house. My preference for that Friday night was to be with Devin, but Fiona insisted that it was best for all parties involved if we went to dinner. Apparently, these “family” dinners were going to become a new thing for us all in an effort to make things more functional in our little dysfunctional group. It was odd. After talking to my dad, I’d come to accept that things weren’t going to be warm and fuzzy, family-wise. It was something I’d wanted since I was little, but hell, I wasn’t little anymore, and it was time to just be happy with the fact that I had family who loved me. That would have to be enough. There would always be a little empty hole inside me, but at least I had people around me who could fill up some of it. Part of me wondered if there was some other reason these dinners were going to occur. Was there more to the story? More than meets the eye? Dirty details yet to come out? Or was it just my brain jumping to obtuse
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