Page 97 of No Romeo
What the hell did that backstabbing blonde have to do with Lola not coming to my party? “Jessica thing?”
“I smashed her face into a locker yesterday and got suspended.” A slow smile spread over her lips, and that was a shot of Viagra straight to my dick.
I could just imagine her bashing Jessica’s face into the locker like a shoe she was trying to get dried dog shit off of.
Her gaze tracked my hand when I readjusted myself.
God, I was about to fuck the shit out of her because I remembered her saying she loved me, and these were the last seconds of her life she’d have where she thought she wasn’t mine.
“But I got you a card.” She nodded to the dresser. “I was going to give it to you yesterday…”
My attention drifted to the bright-yellow envelope propped against the mirror, my name written in her familiar, bubbly handwriting. I’d fuck her in a minute.
I tucked the corner of the towel, tightening it on my waist as I reached for the card and opened it. The front had a sloth—penned-in stitches on its neck—wearing a party hat.Have a slothtastic day!When I opened it, a brown friendship bracelet fell to the carpet.
I bent over to pick it up, reading over the inside. No sweet message like every other card she’d given me. JustXX –Lola.
“It’s shit-brown because I hated you three days ago,” she said. “But then you fixed Sid and gave me four orgasms, and now I feel kind of bad.”
At least the four-orgasm thing got me a friendship bracelet. I stared at the braided thread, remembering every single time she’d given me one of these things. She always tied them on my wrist, and after we’d started dating, she’d tell me it wasn’t a friendship bracelet but a love bracelet. Now, she’d put it in a card.
Sighing, I tossed the bracelet to the crumpled bedsheets. “This is some real bullshit…”
Her face fell a little when she picked it up. “I can make you a better one…”
“I don’t want a better one. I like shit brown.” I stepped toward the bed, stopping at the edge. “I just don’t like the way you did it this year.”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“You put it in an envelope.” I sank to the mattress beside her, then held out my arm full of her other bracelets. “I want shit to go back to the way it was.”
She looped it around my wrist, refusing to look at me when she tied the knot. “Canit go back?”
How could it not? We’d been toeing this line since the second we had seen each other. I was miserable without her.
I placed a finger underneath her chin, tilting up her head. “You told me you loved me last night. That you hadn’t been with anyone since you left…”
“I do, and I haven’t.” Her gaze held mine. “But could you ever forgive me?”
I’d spent the past two years telling myself forgiveness was the last thing I would ever give her. But in reality, I was a hell of a lot more broken without her.
It was one mistake. We had too much to lose–shewas too damn much to lose and so much more important than my stupid ego.
“I already have.” My thumb swept over her jaw. “You mean too much for me not to.”
Her expression crumpled; her hands clasped my face. “I’m so tired of fighting this.”
“Then stop.”
Her forehead touched mine, a shaky breath touching my lips. “I love you, Hendrix.”
I took an uneven breath, fighting emotions as I pressed my lips over hers, warm and soft and every-damn-thing I needed in life. Just her. Just us like this. “I fucking love you, too.” I kissed her harder, ignoring the pain in my bruised face. “So much.” I deepened the kiss, lying her back on the bed as she tugged the towel from my hips.
“I’ve been shit without you.”
My hands went underneath her shirt, gliding over her sides as I pushed up the material. “It’s only ever been you, Lola.”
Her breath shuddered against my lips, her hands sweeping over my back.
