Page 52 of When We Fall: Part Two
I quickly gathered her things and wiped the piano down before taking her hand and leading her back to my car. Ed and Curtis were still waiting for us. I gave them a quick wave to let them know we were good before helping Rosalie into the passenger side. I got behind the wheel and started the engine.
“Home?” I asked, looking over at her.
She nodded, her eyes sparkling.
I put the car into gear.
Hell yeah. I finally did something right. I was feeling pretty proud of myself.
About damn time.
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“You lucky fucker,” I said, staring down at E’s phone two days after he returned home with her from the practice room. “You weren’t fucking with me? You really fucked her on campus property, in the music room?”
He nodded, grinning proudly.
“I hate you. Why didn’t you invite me?”
He shrugged and took his phone back as Rosalie moaned softly through the speaker. I whimpered as he turned it off. I’d not gotten laid in the two days since we’d returned home. She was too busy with engagement party stuff. It didn’t help that I was pulling double time because of it, and Enzo and Fox had been fucking her together. I mean, I was happy they were getting along again, but fuck, man. My balls ached from lack of fucking. Too heavy a load or some shit. The recording definitely didn’t help.
“I shouldn’t even let you hear it. It’s between me and her,” he said.
I rolled my eyes at him. “How many times have we fucked her together? Besides, I’d have taken your phone and listened anyway.”
He chuckled and tucked his phone back into his pocket.
“By the way, the latest cucumber? No.” He grabbed the peeled, shriveled cucumber off his desk and handed it to me.
“Man, I carved it to look like my dick. It wasn’t thick enough, but you can’t fault an artist for trying.”
He snorted at me. “You’re bringing in bugs, man. Stop putting cucumbers in my underwear drawer. I had a trail of fucking ants.”
“That’s not from me. It’s from how sweet you are.” I squeezed his cheeks as he slapped at me. “Just sugar sweet, E, baby.”
I danced away from him as he swatted at me again. I tossed the cucumber into the trash, grinning. He got up, shaking his head, and followed me downstairs.
“It’s good, isn’t it? Everything is going great. You can feel it in the air.” I took a deep breath as I pulled open the fridge.
“It has been good,” E admitted, sitting at the island. “Jamie is supposed to be here on Friday. That’ll make Rosalie even happier.”
I smiled. “Good. I like it when my girl is happy. I could get used to this. And no Anson? It’s like we hit the jackpot.”
“Except he’s marrying Bianca,” E pointed out. “And he’s not all that bad?—”
“Don’t suck my happiness away with your argument,” I said, tossing him a beer. “Please?”
E sighed but nodded.
We both drank quietly for a moment.
“Did Enzo say when he’d be back with Rosalie?” E asked.
I shook my head.
“No.” I paused before asking the question that was burning in my mouth. “Did she talk to you at all about what her old man did to upset her so much?”
