Page 34 of How We End
He shrugged, watching the arrow light up and door open.“It’s the life I chose.”
I caught our reflection in the elevator’s mirror.There was no doubt where the black and white paint that was smeared across my jaw and neck had come from.
“When can I see you again?I have a game on Sunday, and then I’m off for a few days.”
“I have clients on Tuesday and Thursday,” I whispered, as if whispering those words wouldn’t make it so bad.
“Tomorrow?Or shall I say today?”he asked, looking at his watch.
The elevator door opened to two drunk girls laughing at one who was on the floor, saying she was going to pee herself.The few people that were around were more concerned about the girl peeing on the floor than us.Outside, a sleek black car was waiting.
“Mr.Silver?”
“Thank you.”Julian opened the door.“So, about tonight?”
I paused before slipping into the limo.“It would be easier to say no if you weren’t so perfect.”I lightly touched his brow.Those words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.
He pulled me closer.“I could come home with you.Save us both the time.”
Before I could say yes, a voice cut through the taxis and ride shares.
“Jules, you fucker, there you are!”Anders called, walking up the sidewalk.A woman in a long black dress struggled to keep up with him.
“I should go.”I smiled quickly and ducked into the car.
“Don’t leave on our account,” the woman called, slipping off her shoes.“We were about to go and get something to eat.”
“Call me,” Julian said before he kissed me and shut the door.
November 8
10:46 p.m.
Julian:
We won
Cassidy:
We not you
Julian:
Yes we
Cassidy:
Congrats
Julian:
Are you free tonight
Cassidy:
Yes
I owe you a bj
