Page 40 of When We Fall: Part Two
He studied me for a moment without saying a word.
I licked my lips. “I told Rosalie a story once. It was about us when we were older. Life was better. In the story, we had a beautiful home in the country. A little dog. Children. We had a front porch where we could sit and watch the sunset. I promised her we’d be on the front porch together. I want you to be there with us. I know she wants it too. Will you be with us?”
He nodded, his bottom lip trembling.
“Fuck, man. Come here.” I dragged him to me and hugged him tightly as he sobbed into my neck, clinging to me.
“You’ll have a son someday,” I whispered, rocking him. “He’ll play football. You’ll teach him. He’ll sing too. He’ll be a legend, Fox. You know he would be. You have to stay for your Rosie. For your son. For me. We need you more than you’ll ever understand. I love you, man. I fucking love you.”
“I love you,” he choked out.
“Come on. Let’s have a drink to celebrate all the good things coming our way.” I released him and took a step back.
Quickly, he wiped at his eyes and nodded. I took that opportunity to go and grab us some glasses and pour out some whiskey. We needed something hard.
I placed the full bottle of alcohol on the coffee table and took a seat in my chair, drinking deeply with Fox. Within the hour, we’d smoked sugar and drank ourselves into a stupor.
“Keep the box,” he slurred out. “I don’t need the guys finding it. It’s better with you.”
“OK,” I agreed, trying to keep my vision from doubling. “So you’re not going to die?”
“Not today.” He sighed and smoked more as he stared up at the ceiling. “If Rosie were here, I’d let you fuck her.”
I let out a soft chuckle.
“I mean, if she wanted you to,” he finished. “I’d like to watch you two fuck.”
“Man.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “Shut up. You’re wasted and talking shit.”
“No.” He looked over at me. “Let’s talk about it.”
I shook my head before drinking deeper.
“I want to fuck her with you. I want you to be with her, too. I think someday we can make it happen.”
“You think so?” I laughed. “I’m getting married, man. I’m not going to cheat on my wife.”
He waved me off. “Whatever. Bianca won’t stay married to you. You’ll go to fucking work and she’ll be bouncing on Levin’s cock the moment you walk out of the house.”
I snorted at that. “You’re probably right. She doesn’t love me. I don’t love her. We’re just playing the game, right?”
“Sure seems that way.” He polished off his 4th glass. I refilled his and mine again, and we continued to get shit-faced.
“Tell me how you’ll do it,” Fox pressed.
“You’re too drunk. I’m cutting you off.”
“Fuck off. Come on. Since you’re off in Palmville jerking your cock, you may as well fantasize. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it right.”
I scoffed. “Oh, please, man. I’ve fucked a lot of chicks in my day. Trust me, I know how to make a girl come.”
“Then tell me.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. I’d start by kissing her. Whispering to her.”
“What are you whispering? The fucking recipe for fried chicken? Come on, man. Be more creative than that.”
I shook my head. “It’ll be good. Trust me.”
