Page 8 of Our Broken Pieces
“Yeah, sorry about that. Sox lost the game, so I had to drown my sorrows.”
“You didn’t drive, did you?”
“Hell no, Marcus is bringing my car in a bit.”
“Good.”
I sit down in the chair next to him at the table. “I was thinking, the girls at work were talking about doing a happy hour next week. You should come.”
“Do I have to?”
I give him a playful smile, attempting to keep it light so I can get a yes out of him. “You never have to do anything, but it would mean a lot to me.”
He huffs. “Okay. I’ll go for an hour. Just send me a calendar invite.”
A freaking calendar invite to attend a happy hour with his girlfriend. Unreal. I keep my thoughts to myself as I lean over and kiss his cheek. “Will do. Thank you for saying yes.”
“Welcome.”
My phone dings with a text from Marcus that he’s on the way with my car. I rush to put together my lunch. Once I have everything packed for the day, I go back to Lewis at the table. I walk to the side of the chair he’s in and straddle his lap, putting myself between him and his laptop. I feel relief when he doesn’t protest. I place kisses along his jaw and neck, heat pooling between my thighs as he moans. It feels good to get a reaction from him in this moment after the rejection I felt last night.
“I should be done with work by six. I would very much like to continue this when I get home.”
He brings a hand to my cheek and guides my lips to his. His kiss is deep and reminiscent of the ones we shared when we first started dating. I miss kisses like this, so I sink into it, my breaths coming sharp and heavy.
My phone vibrates on the table, breaking the moment. I pull back, my hand on his jaw.
“That’s probably Marcus.”
“I’ll see you tonight.”
I nod and leave his lap, grab my bags, and walk to the door.
That night, when I got home, the apartment was empty and there was a note on the counter from Lewis saying he went to a friend’s and not to wait up for him. I crumbled up the note, but before I threw it in the trash, I thought better of it.
Instead, I turned on the fan above the stove, pulled one of Lewis’ stupid fancy pots from the cabinet, found the lighter in our kitchen drawer and lit the fucking note on fire, dropping it in the pot and watched it burn.
Chapter Six
Marcus
Iwalk into Cityside Tavern, scanning the room for Jax and Linc. This has been our spot since we were in college. I see them at a table, Linc waving at me. I slide into the empty side of the booth they left for me. The guys know I like my space.
“Hey.”
“Hey, I was shocked that Linc beat you here.” Jax places his menu on the table.
“Got sort of a late start.” I run a hand through my still damp hair.
“No worries, it’s Saturday. I miss sleeping in, Millie is up every day at six no matter what.” Linc frowns.
Our server stops by, I order a water and we all place our food order. After coming here for years, I don’t have to look at the menu, their burger is my go to.
I look at the two men across from me, “How are Adam and Mills?”
Linc smiles. “Millie is awesome. I think she’s trying to figure out crawling. She’s been scooting around the floor on her stomach.”
“Already?” I immediately think about how I’ll have to baby proof the first floor of my house.
