Page 13 of Take My Love
“Posey?” Maisie furrows her brows.
“It wasn’t unrequited,” she murmurs softly but loud enough for them to hear her.
Warren’s eyes snap to mine as if demanding answers, but I chicken out and avert my gaze.
Fuck.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Warren barks. “Please tell me it doesn’t mean what I think it means.”
“It was a long time ago,” Posey admits. “I have valid reasons for hatin’ him, but if you wanna know why, ask him.”
And then she hangs up.
Leaving me to deal with one red-faced Warren who’s glaring at me.
Silence fills the air as I focus on the food in front of me, knowing he won’t drop it, but wishing he would.
“Told ya she wouldn’t agree to it,” I mutter.
“You have a lot of explainin’ to do.”
I set my fork down and blow out a breath. “It’s not what you’re thinkin’.”
Unless it’s that I had a one-night stand with his sister, then it’s exactly what he’s thinking.
A memory that’s haunted me for years, even worse when I found out she thought I’d forgotten about it and learned it was her first time.
Maisie scoots closer to me with a wicked grin. “Tell me everythin’ and leave nothin’ out.”
Warren snorts and rolls his eyes. “But please limit any gross details…” He holds up his palm. “As her brother, I don’t wanna knoweverythin’.”
“Well, I do, so you can plug your ears,” Maisie says eagerly. “Start at the beginnin’.”
I tell them the truth—from the dare that led to our first kiss, to the night of our hookup, and then what happened almost two years after that. I admit I fucked up and should’ve communicated with her a lot sooner. And even when I thought I was doing the right thing by not making a move that night because I was dating someone else, I wish I hadn’t told her I wanted to see how things worked out with Gwen.
We only last two months, but at that point, Posey wouldn’t give me the time of day. She blocked my number and social media accounts. Then she started seeing some guy shortly after.
I ruined my chance and regretted it ever since.
“You need to apologize,” Maisie tells me. “Make amends. Not ’cause you need a place to stay, but ’cause it’s overdue and you owe her one. And you never know…” She smirks at Warren. “Sometimes apologies can lead to somethin’ more.”
Warren winks at her, and I gag at how sickly in love they are now, but I’m happy for them. They deserve it after what they went through and how long he waited for her.
“I don’t think an apology is gonna fix how she felt when I rejected her,” I admit. “Although I could blame Warren for most of my behavior.”
“Me? How the fuck am I included in this?”
I chuckle. “You were a drunken mess. There was no way you’d be okay with me datin’ your little sister. You’d either kick my ass and threaten to kill me if I hurt her or you wouldn’t wanna see us together ’cause you were so miserable. You would’ve been in the middle and already weren’t in a good place.”
“Ooh, I vote for that. Put all the blame on Warren.” Maisie giggles.
“Oh no…” He folds his arms. “If I’m being name-dropped, then so are you.”
“I wasn’t even here!” she argues.
“Exactly,” Warren points out. “You broke my heart and it had a ripple effect. Now you deal with the consequences.”
Maisie rolls her eyes. “My heart was broken too, but I didn’t go and drink myself stupid.”
