"I will. Let's go sit in the living room."
As I passed Honor, I handed the wine bottle to him, pressing it into his chest. His fingers brushed mine as he grabbed it, and my stupid heart stuttered.
I entered the living room and chose to sit on the round chaise lounge instead of the couch. If we were going to talk, then I had to make sure Honor couldn't invade my space. I didn't want comforting hugs or kisses that whispered,"It'll be alright."For once, I wanted to live in the uncomfortableness and the uncertainty of our fate. We both needed to.
"Navy I?—"
"I went to see your bitch today," I started. My eyes didn't roam the well put-together living room. I didn't glance at his handsome face. I kept my focus on the wine glass across from me, imagining that it was a mirror, and my words were creating the reflection of my relationship.
"What bitch?" he questioned.
"Choyce."
"That's not my?—"
"She's your bitch because she has a thing for you. It's not nearly as intense as what I feel for you, but it has the potential to get there. Ifyoulet it."
"I don't know what everyone else sees when it comes to that girl, that I don't, but I'ma make myself clear because I'm tired of repeating this shit. I don't want Choyce."
"Whether or not you want her doesn't matter because this isn't about that."
"Then what is this about?"
"Today, I stepped outside of myself. I went to a place I promised myself I wouldn't go back to. Choyce and I got into it. She was being snarky and sarcastic, but her assumptions about me were right. I was acting on insecurities. I wanted to talk and find out what was going on between you two?—"
"Nothing," Honor barked, cutting me off. "I don't want that fucking girl."
"I heard you the first time," I told him flatly. "I forced her into a chair. Honey, behind her with a gun. Me, in front, straddling her lap and toying with a knife. Then I told her one of my biggest secrets while lightly cutting along the curve of her throat."
My eyes snapped toward Honor. He seemed normal. His breathing pattern was even, eyes blank, and face expressionless.
"I didn't kill her. Just wounded her so she'll know who not to play with the next time she's around you."
"What was the secret?" he asked solemnly.
"Before I tell you, I think it's important that I tell you a story first."
He nodded.
I continued.
"Lucian never looked at me as a prodigy. I was a girl, and girls weren't meant to carry on their father's legacy. I don't remember much because, for the most part, I blocked out my childhood before you came into my life. I do remember him pushing Talon hard to be more like him. Then you came, and he started punishing Talon for not being more like him… more like you."
Honor didn't move or blink. He was eerily still. I fled his blank stare and focused on the wine bottle resting on his thigh. My fingers itched to hug it. My lips quivered wanting to taste the bittersweet liquid.
"Pass me the bottle, Honor." It came out softer than I wanted, but a part of me was ashamed that I couldn't get through this, that I couldn't stand up for my feelings without it.
"Navy, I don't think?—"
"I don't care what you think." I pressed my tongue to my teeth until my anger settled. "Just give me the bottle."
"Ight."
Honor grabbed the bottle, poured wine into my glass, and handed it to me. I smirked. Honor was always going to be Honor. The rim of the glass kissed my lips as the wine slid over my tongue. I drained the glass and went on with my story.
"Lucian didn't let Talon spend time at our mother's house often.He's my son. He'll stay with me. You have Navy.That's how he justified it. Each parent got a kid."
"But you went to Lucian's on weekends," Honor mumbled more to himself than to me.
