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“I will if you do more of that.” She was such an expert at sucking me into her tornado that I barely realized I was swirling around and around. Before I could stop myself, my hands were in her hair and my lips were on her neck. “Abel, don’t push me away this time,” she whined when I sucked the sensitive spot on her neck that drove her wild.
She was intoxicating.
That’s exactly why she couldn’t stay with me. We clicked. There was never a time where we didn’t. I was drawn to her free spirit even when Mom and Dad told me she was my sister to protect and teach. I wanted to do more. She wanted to do more.
It was never that way with Nora. I never looked at her as anything but my little sister.
But Lucy was a flame and I was a moth.
“Luce, I need this relationship to work.”
“Why?” She asked.
“Because I need to prove to myself that I’m not a fuck up addicted to his little sister. I need to show myself and you that I can have a normal, functioning relationship.”
“Who needs a functioning relationship? See what it did to Nora?” Her reasoning was awful, so I ignored it and went to get ready for work.
“Why don’t you go downstairs and talk to Lauren? Get to know her a little.”
“Why don’t I jump out of the fucking window while I’m at it, Abel?”
“Or you could do that. Wouldn’t have to worry about your apartment situation anymore.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” She flipped me off after she slid into her denim shorts. The ones that barely covered her perfect ass. I shook my head while I watched her knot one of my t-shirts at the hip then haphazardly use her fingers to comb her thick hair. Everything Lucy did was to the beat of her own drum even something as mundane as combing her hair.
I thought for sure I’d step out of my room and hear an argument or a fight once I was done getting ready. All I heard were quiet voices. I paused at the doorway and stared at Lauren and Lucy. Lauren clutched a mug of coffee in her hands and forced a smile at my sister while Lucy wore the same pained expression. They were talking about the weather but at least they weren’t killing each other.
“Hey, Abel, you ready to go? We’re gonna be late and you have that meeting with the charity about their media blitz.” Lauren scrolled through her calendar as I grabbed coffee.
“Okay, let’s go, right after I get some caffeine.”
“We’re already a little late. Not terribly, but enough.” Lauren pushed out a heavy breath and I hurried a little, splashing coffee on the counter.
“Slow down, Abel. Don’t let her rush you.” Lucy handed me a paper towel and scowled.
“I’m fine. Thanks, Hell Raiser.” I leaned in and kissed her forehead, making her smile. You need to go too. I want your things packed up at the apartment and call Nora.” Lucy moved toward the front door but she was dragging her feet. I knew if I let her, she’d lounge around my house all day long, sleeping and drinking and not doing anything she was supposed to do. I hated to kick her out but I had to. Tough love.
“You’re really not going to let me stay here for the day?” She whined in the foyer. Lauren stood there as well, her eyes swinging from me to Lucy.
“No. If I do you’ll drink your problems away. You have a week to move out Luce. Go pack. Dinner is at seven.” I knew she had to be to work at nine so I figured two hours was more than enough. By then I’d probably want to pull my fucking hair out.
“Fine.” Lucy grabbed her bag and stomped outside like a baby.
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