Linc chuckles silently, looking like the little boy he once was when he was up to no good.
"Fuck, man. If I weren't, I'd be pissed," Xander growls, opening the door. I can smell his body wash from here and my heart flutters, my stomach flips and flops, my breath caught in my throat.
I’m here. In his house. What’s he going to think? What will he feel? Happiness? Annoyance?
"There's a chick here to see you," Ethan announces.
"Fuck that. It's family time and the fucking holiday. Send whoever it is away," Xander bites out.
Well. That stings some now, doesn't it? I wonder, if it wasn't family time and a holiday, would he still be fucking other women? Has he been?
Kennedy smirks. "You sure you wanna do that? She's super fucking hot, man."
Xander sighs. "Hot chicks are a dime a dozen. I'm not in the mood for a random, okay? I've got my day planned out, and it doesn't include dealing with a stranger."
Ethan gives Xan a look, like he's trying to telepathically tell him it's me. "Youknowher."
Linc snickers.
I hear a rustling of clothing.
Ethan blinks. "You know herwell."
I bite my lip to stop from laughing out loud. This is hilarious.
"Not interested."
Yes!I fist pump the air and Kennedy snickers.
"Dude, you might want to—" Ethan begins.
"No. The answer is no. I don't want to talk to some chick. No," Xander says emphatically.
Ethan winks and tilts his head. Oh boy. That's my cue.
"Not even if thatchickis yourwife?" I ask as I walk up and lean against the doorjamb.
I hear him, my Xan, my husband, my heart, audibly gasp and it both swells and breaks my heart. It hurts to know how I've disappointed him.
"Tera,"Xander whispers.
