“That we’re going to grow apart.”
Her shoulders hunch forward. “Aren’t you worried? We’ve been living together for so long. I hate change. It messes with my head.”
She’s been like this ever since her dad passed away. Grief comes out in many ways. Trinity’s grief decides to make a strong appearance whenever something major changes in her life.
Sitting on the counter next to where she stands, I smile. “We’re only a couple of blocks away from each other. I’ll still see you all the time. You can’t get rid of me even if you tried.”
She sticks her pinkie out to me. “Promise me.”
I hook my finger around hers and kiss my thumb. “I promise.”
I watch my best friend kiss her own thumb and place it together on mine, locking in our promise forever.
She and I … it’s a forever type of thing.
“I can spend the first night here with you, just in case you get lonely,” she offers.
“You guys don’t need to worry about me. I’m excited to be here,” I reassure my stressed best friend. “I’ve always wanted my own place, and this house brings back good memories.”
“I expect a phone call if you’re not happy. I’ll literally move in with you.”
I laugh. “Of course I’ll call you, but my brother wouldn’t be happy with you moving away from him. So, I’ll decline for now.”
Nothing is worse than a pissed off Leonidas.
After a few moments of peaceful silence, Trinity gives me a smirk. “Sooo …” She drags out theO. She always does this when she’s up to no good. “How was your eventful night with Levi?”
Talking about Levi reminds me of the text messages he’s sent me over these past few days. As the messages go along, they get more irritated and frustrated. I feel bad for not answering, but I’m just so confused.
I shrug. “Eventful.”
“I can see that by all the love marks on your neck,” she muses, pushing my cheek to the side to take a look.
I curse him every time I look in the mirror and see those faint bruises still on my neck. They refuse to disappear, even days later.
“He’s a jerk,” I mutter, swinging my legs back and forth. “He so did that on purpose.”
“Um, yeah, I hate to break it to you, but he definitely wanted to make a point.”
“To who?” I scowl, pulling up the neckline of my crew neck to cover the bruises.
“To you.” She sends me a smirk. “To every guy who thinks of touching what’s his—”
“You’re a reader. That’s showing right now. This isn’t a fictional world, Trinity.” I shiver. “I’m not his. He doesn’t own me.”
My best friend leans against the counter and glares at me. “First of all, you don’t need to be so harsh,” she says playfully. “And no one does that”—she points to my neck—“without those intentions.”
“You just want us together. That’s why you’re saying all of this.”
“I just observe, and that guy totally wants you.”
I push her shoulder, and she does the same to me.
“You don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking.”
“How?” I breathe out, suddenly feeling like I have no oxygen in my lungs.
“Like you’re the only girl in the world.”
