"Yeah, we can do it at your place. And no. I wasn’t planning on bringing him; he doesn’t really understand D&D. Why do you ask? You seemed annoyed by him yesterday." He is getting agitated at me mentioning his friend after he and I just woke up snuggled together.
"Well. He seems fun and is also hot. Maybe it would be fun to grab a drink or something after D&D. He did ask if I had a boyfriend yesterday." I say coyly. If he only thinks of me as a sister, then he won’t mind me grabbing a drink with Jayme.
"Nope. Not happening." He says firmly.
"Excuse me? Why can’t I grab a drink with him?" I push his buttons more.
“Because I told you before that you needed to stay away from him, that he isn’t a guy you should be interested in. And now you want to go be alone with him.” His voice is hushed as if he is worried Jayme will hear him.
I fling the shower curtain open and grab the towel. Wrapping it around me with a bit more attitude than I wanted to show right now. I always get so emotional in arguments.
“So, he is a bad guy. The hot guy at the bar was a bad guy. Who the fuck can I go out with Lucian. You don’t approve of either of them; you didn’t approve of Mark. So, what is it? Who can I go out with? You keep saying all these guys are bad but aren’t telling me why.” I walk right up to him and poke him in the chest.
“Because Cassie, they aren’t good enough for you! They aren’t who you should be with.” He practically screams in my face.
“Then who the fuck is Lucian? Who should I be with? Should I be with YOU? Is that what you want?” I yell back. He turns to storm out.
“Just forget about it! I’ll see you later. Just lock up before you leave.” With that he slams the bathroom door shut.
What the actual fuck!
33. Lucian
She is utterly frustrating. I’m trying to get dressed, but I almost fall over when putting on pants. Fuck! I need to get out of here for a bit. My head is spinning and starting to hurt. I can’t believe any of that shit just happened. I can still smell her scent on my fingers. What the fuck was I doing. Why the fuck didn’t she stop it. And what the hell? She saw me masturbating and is just now telling me. So awkward. I was going to try and apologize for basically molesting her in bed, but then she fucking invited me into the shower with her. My dick took that as a personal invite. I almost did, too, until she mentioned the night at her apartment. I felt so vulnerable and weird. And then she asks about Jayme. Was she trying to piss me off? Push my buttons? What would she have even gained from that? I know women find him irresistible, but he has never been her type before. He can’t know that any of that happened.
I finish throwing on clothes and toss a piece of gum into my mouth. I am not going back in there to brush my teeth. I storm out to the living room and Jayme is sitting there on the couch. He looks up at me as I walk in, and he smirks.
“Ah, did we have a lovers spat this morning?”
“How much did you hear?” I ask. I hope to God not a lot.
“Honestly, not much was decipherable; I could hear you guys arguing but couldn’t really tell what you were saying until the end, where she screamed at you, asking you who she should be with.” Thank God he didn’t hear more. I bury my face in my hands as I sit on the couch next to him.
“Now, I’m hoping your response to her was something along the lines of “Me, you dumb woman, I love you, be with me.”” He laughs, and I just groan and shake my head.
“No, I walked away. I told her to forget about it and just walked out and slammed the door. What the fuck am I doing, man. Why am I feeling this way about her? It has never been like this.”
“Yes, it has. You just didn’t have someone who knows you to tell you how it is. You have loved her for a lot longer than you want to admit, and that’s ok. You probably are worried you will lose her if she doesn’t return the feelings. Or if you guys did date and then broke up.” Damn, he is right. I ignored all the feelings in the past, and now I am scared to tell her. What if she doesn’t love me back? What if we do break up? There’s no way we could return to how we were. I would lose her forever.
“Lucian, before you start overthinking again and spiraling, go in there and talk to her.”
“Nope, let’s go. We are leaving. I can’t talk to her right now. I need some time to think about all this. Plus, I have nothing to eat or drink here except some canned food and water, so let’s grab breakfast and go shopping after.”
“How long till she is ready?” he asks, glancing back toward my bedroom.
“She’s not coming.”
“What? So, you are just going to leave her here?” He looks stunned.
“Yeah, I told her to lock up. She wants to go home anyways, so it’s whatever.”
“Ah, ok. So, how’d last night go? Get to second base?” He jokes, nudging me.
“Nothing happened,” I say sternly.
“So, when I came out to get a drink at like 4 am, and neither of you were sleeping on the couch, am I to assume you were both sleeping in your bed?”
“Yes, but it’s not what you think. We just slept. I ended up going to bed after she did because I had to do our laundry, so she had something to wear today.”
