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“Yeah, well, you need to come downstairs before she loses her marbles when she realizes you're not in that bathroom.”
“’kay,” Nero agrees. “In a minute.”
In wry tone, Scratch cautions him, “Might wanna find some mouthwash before you do, though. Your breath smells like pussy.”
Nero grunts and tells him off before he slams the door in his face. He turns to me. “Gotta go.”
I comb my fingers through my hair. “She’s really pretty.”
“And you’re breathtaking.”
“Uh-uh,” I mutter, sarcasm unhidden. “You need to break up with her.” When he lifts a censorious brow, I expound, “Because I want you back and I don’t share.”
He studies me for several heartbeats before asking, “You still in love with me?”
“Deeply,” I reply without hesitation.
He clucks his tongue. “Well, that's not good.”
“Why?”
“Because the last time you told me you’re in love with me, you followed that up with breaking my heart.”
“Okay…Then I'm not in love with you.”
“In that case, I’ll break up with her,” he says easily. “What else?”
“I’m heading straight home when I leave this room, considering I have no panties on,” I say, gesturing to the knifed panties on the floor. “You still have your key, right? Come to me after you’re done partying.”
“And then what?”
“And then you spend the weekend with me.”
“And then what?”
“We have lots of hot sex, eat good food?”
“And then what, Toni?”
“I don't know!” I throw my hands up in frustration. “We talk. We figure it out. I don't know. You have to give me some time to figure it out, Nero.”
“Not playin’ any more games with you, woman,” he says. “You need to know what the hell you want. And until you figure that out, Leyana’s still my Steady. At least she knows what she wants.”
With that, he rips the door open and leaves me to drown in my own river of confusing, indecisive, craven misery.
Chapter 19
Toni
I can't sleepwhen I get home.
I wait until the sun comes up, listening for the sound of my front door opening, to feel him crawl into my bed.
But it doesn’t happen. I get the message: He’s serious. If I want to be with him again, I need to make a firm decision about what I want.
At least she knows what she wants, he’d said of Leyana.
Easy for them to believe. They’re barely new adults. When I was their age, I, too, thought I knew what I wanted. I believed in fairytales and happily-ever-afters.
