Page 71 of Love Resurrected
“She’s mouthy.”
“Most guys would say that’s a good thing,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, which makes me chuckle.
“Not like that. She’s a smart ass and has some kind of comment for everything. It’s annoying as fuck.”
He nods in agreement. “What else?”
“She’s bossy.”
“Like controlling? Or how?”
“She’s always telling me what to do.” I sound petulant, I know it, but I can’t stop myself.
“With what?”
“This damn recruitment fair, for one. And at that stupid auction.”
“Not to burst your bubble, dude, but she is in charge of the fair, and she was in charge of the auction. Kind of her job to tell people what to do to make it run smoothly.”
“Fuck off.” We sit in silence for a moment and I try to come up with a few more things I can’t stand about her. But all I remember is how it felt sinking into her last night. Every time. How her mouth felt on mine, and her breasts in my hands. The way she moaned my name when she came. Her scent. The panties I’d ripped from her body that found their way into my pocket.
And then, suddenly without bidding, I recalled the way she stepped on my feet when we danced. How she had to count her steps aloud. Complimenting my right hook when I decked Nicholson. Her pride when she knew what Sadie’s pregnancy shit was.
“She makes me laugh,” I mumble.
Ethan jerks his head my way, eyes wide. “What a bitch,” he deadpans.
“I’m serious, man.”
He rolls his hand toward me to continue.
“I just mean, it would be easier to hate her if she wasn’t nice to me.”
“Right.”
“Look, and I’m going to go deep here, man, so if you’re little pea-brain can’t handle it, let me know.”
Ethan says nothing, so I take that as my cue to continue.
“There’s a part of me that realizes, through therapy and shit, that I perpetuate feeling miserable—”
“No!” Ethan fake gasps.
I flip him off with my good hand and he smirks.
“Look, man, I don’t know how to feel happy with Kat gone. She doesn’t get to be happy. Doesn’t get to laugh or joke or move on.”
He nods.
“So, as long as I stay unhappy, then Kat and I are still on the same playing field.”
“What makes you think Kat is unhappy?”
“’Cause she’s dead.”
“That doesn’t mean she’s not happy.”
“Would you be happy if you were dead?”
