"...and I never saw her again. I think that the dick tattoo on her back was too much for her.”
"Please stop... I am begging you. Poor girl!” I'm nearly crying with laughter.
Eventually we both stop, and our smiles fade as a serious moment enshrouds us.
Johnathan throws himself at me without warning, invading my mouth with his tongue. I don’t react in time. At first, I don’t reject him, he's a damn good kisser, but then I remember he is not Bruno. His kisses are not filled with passion like Bruno’s, they are as vanilla as they come.
He slowly breaks the kiss, leaving a little bit of space between us.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be this blunt, I’ve wanted to do this since our first session together,” he confesses, completely sincere.
He makes me blush – he's a good boy, funny and sweet, and yes, surely a keeper.
"It's fine, it wasn't that bad...” I push him with my elbow, trying to play the role offriendas best as I can. "It's late I should get going, though.”
"Is that some kind of invitation?”
"Don't push your luck,” I say.
"Since when did you pass on the D?”Life asks.
"I would never pressure you, but lying in your bed is also on my bucket list.”
I never thought he could be this straight. I'm a human being, I have needs, but sleeping with him feels like I am betraying Bruno, and I cannot do that.
"What happened to the three dates rule?”
"I don’t know.” He laughs. "But I can wait.”
"Sounds like a plan. Good night, Jonathan.” I open the passenger door, which makes a weird noise until I close it again. Jonathan waves at me and starts the engine.
While I watch him drive away, it's impossible not to ask myself if I'm doing the right thing.
A part of me thinks I can move on with my life, the other thinks it can wait. Bruno is the priority, and with this new information, I should come up with a lead to find him.
No longer able to see Jonathan’s car, I'm finally surrounded by silence. I'm trying to gather my thoughts and sort them out. The breeze slaps my face, making me feel comfortable for the first time tonight.
"Are you fucking nuts, Snow White?”
I don't need to turn around to know who it is. Carter is standing behind me, hidden in the shadows.
"I don't know what you're talking about,” I reply without turning, but I know exactly what he means.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play games with me. You went to that biker party outside of town. You could have been killed or worse... raped.”
Why is he so pissed?
"Why do you care? And, how do you know, anyway?” Rage is right... I’ve been watched.
"That is not important. Answer the damn question!”
When I turn around, Carter is leaning on my door, his typical Hollywood beauty shining like a big-ass neon sign.
"You've got some nerve coming here trying to tell me what to do. Where were you the past two years? I needed help, I tried to find you as well, and I'm pretty sure you were avoiding me. Now get out of here!” I yell as I stalk toward my door.
I enter, but Carter follows me in. "I was following orders. He didn't want me around you.”
"I don't give a fuck!” I yell louder and throw my keys on the kitchen island. "So, you don't deny you were watching me. You knew I needed someone, and yet you didn't help… I spent three whole days at your doorstep, for God’s sake!” Tears well in my eyes, but I try to hold them back.
