so soon.
Frankie planted a hand at the very top of the door, allowing Delaney to sneak past. He watched her red heels click across Sam’s floor. She took a seat on the couch staying utterly silent.
“ This is your clue to hit the road. I’ll see you around.” Sam hinted, raising an eyebrow in Frankie’s direction. The sooner Frankie left the quicker he could tackle the situation. Frankie nodded, quickly heading down the stairs.
Sam gave Delaney a quick look to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere and ran down the stairs to catch up to his brother. Something was eating at him. The way Frankie was acting just didn’t sit right with him. Maybe it was just the human side of him wanting to help.
“ Hey, Frankie,” Sam called. The glare from the sunlight on the door caused him to narrow his eyes as he looked at his brother.
Frankie rested his hand on the top of his car. “What’s up?”
“ Once you find that girl who makes you see life different, you will know where I am coming from. You will see life isn’t all about death, destruction and pointless sex.” Sam watched his expression for the smallest hint that he was getting through to his brother.
Frankie shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans. He sighed. “She’s just a girl. They’re all just girls. They all die. And I happen to like meaningless sex.”
Sam gave him a nod. “One day you will feel differently. What about Blanca?” Blanca was a bad example he thought to himself. But he was trying to prove a point.
“ What about Blanca? She’s a first class bitch, self-centered and only out for one thing. And if it weren’t for my dna, I would just be another victim of hers. I am going to leave you to this whole mess and head to the bar. I’m starting to feel a bit grumpy, and that’s never a good thing.”
Sam hesitated on the doorstep. He was trying his best to pull it together. Come up with something that convinced Delaney he was worth sticking around for. He drug his hand through his hair. A shower would have done wonders for his self-confidence he thought, as he pushed open the door.
Delaney sat quietly on the sofa. Her hands draped over her skirt. She stared at the vacant screen of the television at her faint reflection staring back at her. With just the slightest inhalation she could smell Vance all around her in the room. His cologne was one that always made her feel at home and alright with everything going on. She thought it was a bit silly the smell of a man could make her feel so safe and sound, but it did.
He took a seat next to her, the silence in the room making her a tad worried. He finally released a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck tensely with the palm of his hand. He gave her a quick look. The first words were always the hardest for him.
“ You look nice,” he said gently. Her hair was smooth and full of body. She was wearing dark red lipstick and a skirt and blouse with amazing red heels.
Delaney gave him a small smile as receipt of the flattering remark. She didn’t give back any kind of compliment because he honestly looked like crap. His eyes were rimmed with dark circles, his hair a mess. His shirt was wrinkled as if it had been lying on the floor or in a laundry basket before he decided to throw it on. And she never saw him wear the style of pants he had on before.
“ How was your night?” Delaney asked uneasily.
Sam instantaneously scoured his mind for an explanation. “I was with Frankie, crashed at his house.” He hoped she believed that. He hated to explain the real truth—which he hardly knew himself.
“ How do you feel?” she asked next, taking his words for the truth just like every time before. That was one of the things he loved about her. She trusted him. It also made him feel bad, because he didn’t deserve her trust.
“ A bit of a headache, I feel like I could sleep for the rest of the day, but besides
Frankie planted a hand at the very top of the door, allowing Delaney to sneak past. He watched her red heels click across Sam’s floor. She took a seat on the couch staying utterly silent.
“ This is your clue to hit the road. I’ll see you around.” Sam hinted, raising an eyebrow in Frankie’s direction. The sooner Frankie left the quicker he could tackle the situation. Frankie nodded, quickly heading down the stairs.
Sam gave Delaney a quick look to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere and ran down the stairs to catch up to his brother. Something was eating at him. The way Frankie was acting just didn’t sit right with him. Maybe it was just the human side of him wanting to help.
“ Hey, Frankie,” Sam called. The glare from the sunlight on the door caused him to narrow his eyes as he looked at his brother.
Frankie rested his hand on the top of his car. “What’s up?”
“ Once you find that girl who makes you see life different, you will know where I am coming from. You will see life isn’t all about death, destruction and pointless sex.” Sam watched his expression for the smallest hint that he was getting through to his brother.
Frankie shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans. He sighed. “She’s just a girl. They’re all just girls. They all die. And I happen to like meaningless sex.”
Sam gave him a nod. “One day you will feel differently. What about Blanca?” Blanca was a bad example he thought to himself. But he was trying to prove a point.
“ What about Blanca? She’s a first class bitch, self-centered and only out for one thing. And if it weren’t for my dna, I would just be another victim of hers. I am going to leave you to this whole mess and head to the bar. I’m starting to feel a bit grumpy, and that’s never a good thing.”
Sam hesitated on the doorstep. He was trying his best to pull it together. Come up with something that convinced Delaney he was worth sticking around for. He drug his hand through his hair. A shower would have done wonders for his self-confidence he thought, as he pushed open the door.
Delaney sat quietly on the sofa. Her hands draped over her skirt. She stared at the vacant screen of the television at her faint reflection staring back at her. With just the slightest inhalation she could smell Vance all around her in the room. His cologne was one that always made her feel at home and alright with everything going on. She thought it was a bit silly the smell of a man could make her feel so safe and sound, but it did.
He took a seat next to her, the silence in the room making her a tad worried. He finally released a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck tensely with the palm of his hand. He gave her a quick look. The first words were always the hardest for him.
“ You look nice,” he said gently. Her hair was smooth and full of body. She was wearing dark red lipstick and a skirt and blouse with amazing red heels.
Delaney gave him a small smile as receipt of the flattering remark. She didn’t give back any kind of compliment because he honestly looked like crap. His eyes were rimmed with dark circles, his hair a mess. His shirt was wrinkled as if it had been lying on the floor or in a laundry basket before he decided to throw it on. And she never saw him wear the style of pants he had on before.
“ How was your night?” Delaney asked uneasily.
Sam instantaneously scoured his mind for an explanation. “I was with Frankie, crashed at his house.” He hoped she believed that. He hated to explain the real truth—which he hardly knew himself.
“ How do you feel?” she asked next, taking his words for the truth just like every time before. That was one of the things he loved about her. She trusted him. It also made him feel bad, because he didn’t deserve her trust.
“ A bit of a headache, I feel like I could sleep for the rest of the day, but besides
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