“Yeah.”
“Ripped away from you.”
He nods yet opts out of speaking.
“Do you know what happened to your biological ones or why you went into foster care?”
“They didn’t want me.”
The urge to demand more details is thankfully soothed by being offered them.
“Birth mother was fifteen.She couldnotkeep a baby out of wedlock.Sperm deliverer was eighteen.High school quarterback.Had a full ride scholarship.Didn’t wanna throw it all away.”He shrugs his indifference but harshly pounds his fingers across the keys.“So, he threw me away instead.Literally.”More clacking.“According to my sealed paperwork – that I helped myself to unsealing – I was found in a trash bag.”
An uncomfortable lull beaches our conversation preventing me from diving deeper.
Swimming more aggressively in waters he’s clearly not ready to share.
Guess that makes us even now.
Guess a topic changeshouldoccur.
“Hey, what do you know about kangaroos?”
Zero immediately pauses his actions, redirects his gaze in my direction, and quirks a curious eyebrow.“Why?”
“Garcia brought them up earlier, so now I wanna know what you know about them, Mr.Wildlife.”
“He was just usin’ an idiom.”
“Not sure the attorney at law canspellidiom.”
His light chortles are barely swallowed.
“But I don’t wanna talk about him.”Our eyes stay locked on one another.“I wanna keep talking aboutyou.”
Surprise noticeably shoots through his stare.
“I like talking aboutyou.”
Additional shock makes itself seen.
“I like learning aboutyou.”
Awe threatens to takeover.
“I like learning whatyouknow.”
“About…kangaroos?”
“To start.”Pushing myself away from the edge of the pool is followed by me wiggling a finger for him to join me.“And if you’re good a boy…” a salacious bite of my bottom lip is taken, “I’ll let youfinish.”
The fact that he doesn’t hesitate at all to abandon his laptop is flattering.
And expected.
And the total opposite of his best friend who is beyond obsessed with doing whathehas decided is the right thing despite what anyone else might think.
Or say.
