Page 210 of For the Fans
“Come on, sit down.” Bridget slides back into her seat. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
Without even a second thought, Avi and I sit down next to each other, across from Bridget. He scoots in close to me, his thigh pressing against mine. I can feel my cheeks flush, and Bridget narrows her gaze at me.
“I’m really sorry it’s taken this long for us to meet…” Bridget says to Avi, then she looks to me. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to come see you, Ky. But I just… couldn’t do it.”
She lets out an unsteady breath, shaking her head in obvious regret. Watching Avi, I can tell he really wants to ask why she’s refused to come home for so many years…
And the notion that he might twists my stomach up into an unforgiving knot.
“It’s fine,” I mumble, trying my hardest to brush it off. “Everything is fine, seriously. Don’t worry about it…”
“No, Kyran, it’snotfine. I’ve been sick over this.” She flips her hair to one side. It brings back so many memories.Bridget’s a nervous hair-fusser.“I should’ve come back for you… Just to check on you and make sure you were okay. But Dad is just—”
“Bridget, please,” I bark, softly, but still. It shuts her up quick, and she gazes uneasily at me. I clear my throat. “I’m telling you it’s fine, so just drop it, okay?? I don’t want to talk about Dad, or the past… I have the biggest game of my life tomorrow and I don’t need the stress, alright? So can we just drop it? I want to spend time with you because I miss you.”
I feel Avi staring at the side of my face, but I just know if I look at him, he’ll be able to tell something is up. This is what I was afraid of, coming to this dinner…
Avi’s always been able to read me; to see through my bullshit. It’s how he knew I didn’t really hate him, how he knew exactly what my body wanted when my head just wouldn’t let up.
He’s gonna know… He’ll find out the truth.
And then he won’t want you anymore.
Shaking the thought away, I grab a glass of water on the table, taking a large sip.
“Okay.” Bridget offers me a comforting smile, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Let’s not dwell on anything. I’m just happy to finally be spending time with you again.”
I nod, my lips quirking in a brief smile to let her know it’s alright as my face tilts left. Avi is watching me closely, and when our eyes meet, it feels like hours go by in a split second.
Man, I really just missed being next to him. Isn’t that crazy?? How bizarre that I’m actually allowing myself to feel this way…
Bridget lets go of my hand as the server comes over. “You folks want drinks?”
“None for me.” I smile politely.
“Gotta stay laser-focused, huh?” Avi grins, and I chuckle. He looks to the server. “Water is fine.”
“Water it is,” Bridget sighs. “But you’re definitely eating, right?” She gives me a look, and I laugh.
“Oh, hell yea. I’m starving.”
“Good,” she says. “This place has amazing tapas.”
My sister proceeds to order a bunch of plates for us to share, and while she’s talking to the server, Avi’s fingers slip onto my thigh, dancing up and down until I’m shivering. I don’t think he’s trying to turn me on… I’m pretty sure he’s just being affectionate. But my dick is definitely twitching to life in my pants.
I desperately need to get him inside me tonight before I have to go back to my hotel room. It might have to be quick, but whatever. He can drill a solid orgasm out of me in five minutes that’ll feel like it should’ve taken hours.
“So…” Bridget leans in on the table as the server walks away with our food order. “I take it you two aren’t mortal enemies anymore.” She cocks her head at me, and my spine stiffens. “Since you’re here, hanging outwillinglyand all…”
My lips part and Avi’s do the same as we peek at each other.
I feel like we’re being super awkward just staring at each other, so I mumble, “I guess he’s not that bad…”
Avi bites his lip to keep his smile in check, then turns to Bridget. “I must have worn him down.”
“Hm… Seems like it.” She sits back in her chair, eyes bouncing between us.
She’s obviously suspicious of something, and as anxious as this whole thing is making me, there are words rising up from my throat like they can’t possibly be subdued for one more second.
