Page 238 of There's No Us Without You
He searches my face and pushes my hair back from my forehead. “You’re all I have left.”
“Hey,” I say, frowning. “That’s not true. You have Wren and Koby, and the girls. And you have Eden.”
Will swipes a tear from the side of his face and stares at the ceiling. “I fucked that up.”
“She’ll come back,” I say with more hope in my voice than I’m feeling.
Another tear slips down his cheek, so I lean up to kiss it away, the saltiness of his pain making my heart hurt.
“Just don’t leave me.” Dark-blue eyes plead with mine.
I rest my cheek on his chest again, his heartbeat steady under my ear. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper. “I promise.”
A knockat the front door has me racing down the stairs from Will’s room the next morning. And when I say racing, I mean hobbling because my dumb arse forgot my crutches, so it looks like I’m doing the stairs for the first time without them.
With Will in the shower, I’m the only option here, and I move as quickly as I can.
I’m panting by the time I reach the bottom step, but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be, so that’s a bonus. Plus, after my moment with Will last night, a little knee pain is nothing.
No-one warns you that your first anal experience may cause you to sit—and shit—funny the next day.
I glance at my watch. It’s just after midday, and as far as I know, we aren’t expecting anyone. Unless Will has someone coming to talk about the final details of the funeral arrangements. Not that he would tell me anyway. Apparently, we’re back to silence today.
Fucking great.
Maybe it’s Eden. My heart rate kicks up at the thought of seeing my woman again. I’m yet to text her with the date and time for the funeral. She needs to be there—Tyler was her friend too.
When I step up to the front door, it’s then the muffled voices outside become clearer, and one in particular has me grinning like a fucking idiot.
“Jesus Christ,” a voice says—Wren. “You’re like a damn child.”
“What?” the other—Koby—says. “It’s not my fault I had to drink three cups of coffee just to stay awake.”
Wren snorts. “Has no-one ever taught you to sleep on the time schedule of the destination you’re going to, not where you’re coming from?”
A groan, followed by another round of knocking, has me shaking my head and laughing into my hand.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Koby yells, followed by a loud thump which shakes the door. “I can hear you, idiot. Hurry up and open the door. I’m busting for a pee.”
I fling the door open to find Koby holding his crotch, and Wren with a scowl on his face as he shakes his head at the man bouncing on the spot next to him.
“Children never learn,” Wren says, shoving Koby in the back. “Hurry up before you piss yourself.”
“About fucking time.” Koby races past me, ignoring Wren’s comment. “I almost made a mess of my pants.”
“Nice to see you too, arsehole,” I say over my shoulder as Koby disappears down the hall.
Just like old times.
Wren grabs me around the neck and ruffles my hair. “Look at you Mister Soccer Superstar. How’s the knee?” He tilts his chin down, his eyes darting to my injury. “You did a great job by the looks of it.”
With a slight shove, I push him off me, grinning. “Getting there. I thought you two weren’t flying in until tomorrow.”
Wren shrugs, and stalks towards the lounge room. Yawning, he shoves a hand through his dark hair and falls onto the two-seater. “Matilda wanted to come home earlier, something about seeing her mum before she leaves for her holiday.”
I slide down next to him and lift my leg to rest my foot on the coffee table. The grin on my face is yet to fade as I stare at one of my best friends. “Fuck, man. It’s so good to see you.”
“Did you miss me?” Koby says, jumping over the back of the couch and practically landing in my lap.
