“We can go to Show ‘N’ Tail,” he offers, giving me a smirk. He knows my answer before I give it.
“No,” I growl.
“Well, how the fuck are you gonna work out that frustration? You’re gonna pop off, do something stupid, and piss off Storm.”
Storm, our president, takes shit from no one, especially me.
“I know.”
“So, let’s get some pussy, brother.”
“Can’t,” I groan. I won’t touch another woman. I fucking can’t. My cock wants to fuck. My head orders him to go flaccid when I try. And I’ve fucking tried. More than once.
That only makes me feel even guiltier than I already do. For thinking about and considering cheating on a girl I’m not even with, much less have the option of fucking for at least another year.
I really am screwed.
Bullseye snickers as he slaps my back. “You’re gonna have a crooked cock, man. Just sayin’.”
I shove him off. “Get the fuck outta here with that shit.”
Yeah, it was common knowledge that I had to jerk off and didn’t get laid like every other lucky motherfucker in the club.Did they have any sympathy? Hell no. Every last one of those bastards enjoys my suffering.
I still love them. Kinda.Assholes.
Bullseye takes pity on me and shuts up. Finally.
We stand around in the shadows of the trees, watching my father’s property. He finally clears his throat.
“How long has it been since you spoke to her?”
My obsession? One year, two weeks, five days, and three hours. Who’s fucking counting?
“Almost thirteen months.”
“And she doesn’t know?”
“No.” It has to be this way. Storm will kick my ass if I disobey his orders. I respect him too much to fuck that up. “Probably never will.”
He can hear the pain in my voice as I try to hide it. “Hey, you’re halfway through. Right?”
I can’t touch Letty while she’s in high school. She’s not eighteen yet. Too young. Too risky.
But there are other reasons I don’t want to think about right now. “Yep.” I pop the ‘p’ as I say it.
“You can drop the bullshit with me, Gage. I know you better than I know myself.”
He’s not wrong.
“Just easier this way.”
“I know.” He ticks his chin toward the house. “Letty’s light is on.”
She’s been home for hours, but she hasn’t gone to her window yet. I’ve been anticipating a glimpse of her, nearly starving for a few seconds of her beauty. Just enough exposure to trudge through the miserable hours and days I’ll have to endure without her again. Night after night.
A whole fucking year.
“She’s finally going to bed.” I don’t have to guess. It’s obvious when the light goes out. Not to mention, I know her routine by now. It’s one of the perks of being her stalker, err, shadow.
