So not only was he flirting with Laney, he was flirting with all the teen girls.
Me: It's Valentine's Day. I didn't get any candygrams at school.
Marco: That's just because the boys don't know any better. If I was still in school, I'd send you so many lollipops. Do you like lollipops?
The photo that followed made me drop my phone with disgust. He had no idea who I was and he was sending dick pics? I was done. I leapt up, fully prepared to show Laney the message when I saw something and changed my mind.
My Michael Myer's mask from Halloween.
Rule 9 - Delaney
Don’t trust fuckboys.
"You want a drink?" Moth smiled at me, and I melted. I'd been so shaken up by Priest's words just minutes before, that I fled our room, tossing my bags on the couch and running back downstairs. Memories of his snide and cruel remarks when we were teens flashed in my mind, but his exact wording confused me.
The last time we fought?
I had no idea what he was talking about.All of my worries about Priest and his cryptic words to me disappeared as my attention focused in on the hot guy I'd been dreaming of meeting for months.
"I can't legally drink yet, " I admitted.
Moth ran his tongue along his lips. "Alright, we got a youngin', let's go get you some juice and we can chat."I followed Moth to the bar.
"So, Priest, is he your boyfriend?" he asked as soon as we were seated. His eyes dipped, admiring the ample cleavage I had made sure to show off with this outfit.I recalled the deal I'd made with Priest. I couldn't say we were related, but his profession and my aspiring one gave us the perfect alibi.
"He's my editor. I don't want to talk about Priest. What about you? Are you single?"
A man in a tuxedo came from seemingly nowhere and asked us what we wanted to drink.
"Just a cold beer for me. She can't drink." Moth snickered.
The bartender gave me a once-over and nodded. "I shall make her a mocktail."
"To answer your question." Moth shook his head. "No, I am not single. I've been married for about two years now."
My stomach dropped, along with my jaw. "You're not wearing a ring."
He raised his hand. "We don't. It's an open marriage."
The bartender returned, setting a beer in front of Moth, and offering me a pink drink in a martini glass.
"The pink drink, for the pink girl." He nodded to my outfit.I took a tentative sip and found it quite tasty.
"Thanks!"
"Order this during your stay." He left through the door again, leaving Moth and me alone in the bar while low piano music played from speakers overhead.
"An open marriage?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow.Moth took a sip of his beer.
"Gwen and I have been together since we were teenagers. Friends mostly. She's bi and prefers women. We were just a 'when you're in town, look me up' couple, and then she found out she was sick. She needed insurance. So, we went to the courthouse and got her taken care of."
"Do you guys live together?" I was trying to comprehend this news, all while attempting to act older than I was. Moth needed to see that I could handle this.
"I crash at her place when I'm in town. It's not often. It's always been that way. She has her girlfriends." He took a sip of beer and leaned over the bar, reaching for my hand. "And I have mine."My heart sped up. I could be his girlfriend?
"Is she still sick?" I asked.
"Chronic illness. I'd rather not talk about Gwen. Let's talk about you. You're a writer?"
