Page 97 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
She looks unsure.
“I won’t see him while you’re here.”
“We’d all prefer it if you didn’t see him at all,” she grumbles. “He’s so old. I don’t know what you see in him.”
“Shut. Up.”
And she does. The color drains from her face and the message has obviously gotten through.
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LANCE
Deflated, I drive home.
This isn’t how I envisaged our date would go. I wasn't planning on ending up in bed with her, albeit it that I fucked her on the dryer. I didn't think we'd end up doing that today, but Megan has a way of making me do things I often wouldn't.
I tried to hold out for as long as I could, but I couldn't resist her anymore.
Fuck.
But we are victims of bad luck and bad timing. While I hate that her sister caught us, it’s Megan I feel sorry for. She’ll have lots to explain.
I am restless now and need to go out for a run or maybe hit the gym. I need to dosomething,because even though we had the best sex and I was ready for more, I was also just as ready to curl up beside her and fall asleep with her in my arms. Her sister appearing is like a bad omen that I would rather block out of my mind.
I plug my dead cell phone into the charger before grabbing a beer from the fridge. Then I slouch on the sofa; the idea of a run and gym session out of the window. That’s when I hear the multiple beeps. I lean over and check my phone only to find that I have fifteen missed calls. Alarm spreads through me like a wildfire.
It's Vivian.
And my first thought isCassie.
I call her, with my heart in my throat. “What's wrong?”
“What's wrong?” she echoes, her voice a little slurred.
“Is it Cassie? Is she okay?”
“Cassie?” Vivian cries, as though she’s surprised by my question. She laughs, and it sends shivers up my spin. “She's fine!” She's got a sleepover at Tiffany's.”
My heart relaxes. “So she's okay?”
“She's having a great time.”
“You called me fifteen times.”
“You didn't pick up.”
“My phone died.” Irritation skims across my chest. “Well, why?”
“What?
“Why did you call?” My resentment simmers. This woman is supposed to be out of my life, but I have a feeling, I know, that she’ll always be a part of it. I don’t want to be on the phone talking to her. All I want is to sit with my bottle of beer and just think. I want to think about what happened between me and Megan, and I want to try to imagine the type of future we could have.
We've been getting to know each other slowly, and I’ve managed to take down that walled barrier around her brick by brick. It’s a rekindling of old feelings, yet with a touch of something new, because while we have the same heart, time and life have made us into different people. We’re older and wiser and the most amazing thing of all is that the yearning is still there, growing stronger by the day.
With her I have another chance and I don’t want to let her go.
“Come home, Lance.” Vivian’s voice cracks me out of my reverie.
