Page 28 of Wreckage of Me
“What difference would it make?” The question comes out of my mouth before I have time to think it through.
“What do you mean what difference that would make?” Emily sounds appalled. “What kind of man would pursue a woman if she was with someone else?”
Dylan Knight, I think to myself and wince. Without permission, my brain opens the one tab I thought I had deleted six months ago.
“Do you have a boyfriend now?” he whispered in my ear as he pinned me against his body. His deep voice reverberated down to my pussy, and I had to clench my thighs to alleviate some of the arousing pain suddenly taking over.
“Would it matter?” I teased him. I’m not sure if anything could’ve stopped me right then. I was way into deep with the man. I just wanted him to touch my body and never let go.
“Not really,” he told me exactly what I needed to hear. “I’d just have to kill him,” he added in a teasing but serious tone.
“Who? My imaginary boyfriend?” I had to fight the laughter threatening to take over my body.
“Imaginary…” He finally put his lips on me, biting and sucking on my neck, making sure to leave a mark. Just like before. “Real…. He’s dead…”
The grin he gave me right then could’ve talked me into murdering people for him.
The thought is sobering. The way we left things between us that last time we saw each other will always stay present in my head. It’s been six months and I can’t get this man out of my head.
“Fuck him, sis,” Colton tried to console me one night when he caught me crying on the couch in the living room. I ended up confessing some of the sordid story to him, skipping over the sexy times we had. Or the fact that Dylan was being accused of murder.
“So what do you say?” Emily’s voice calls out from what sounds like a tunnel. I guess I completely got lost in my thoughts and missed parts of her one sided conversation with me.
“About what?” I shake my head in confusion.
“About maybe going out with Dr. Nolan,” Emily stomps her foot at me, definitely aggravated with my lack of interest in what she’s telling me.
“Why don’t you go out with him since you seem to like him that much?” I turn the tables on her.
“Oh, I can’t I have a…” But she stops herself just in time. It’s almost like she was going to say that’s he’s got a boyfriend, but I know she doesn’t. There’s no way she would’ve kept it away from me.
“You have a what?” I stare her down. Being just a tad taller than she is comes in handy this time around.
“A family dinner to go to,” she rushes to say, exhaling all the air out of her lungs as she does so. “For my cousin who died,” she adds as an after thought.
“Oh. David, right?”
I was so sad to hear of her cousin who died about two months ago out in Texas. Just hearing the word Texas was, and still is, making me sick to my stomach. But I tried to be a good friend and be there for her while she went through the very traumatic experience of losing a loved one.
I’m not sure how close they were, but sounded like he had been getting ready to move to Montana, and she had been really excited about it.
“Yes. My dad wants to have a dinner to celebrate David’s life.” She pauses and seems to hesitate. “I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to come.”
“Oh, I’d love to,” I squeeze her hand in sympathy.
“How’s Colton doing?” Emily decides to change the subject. I feel relief at the direction she chose for our conversation because I am not ready to discuss my dating life, or lack of it, nor do I want to talk about her dead cousin.
“He’s doing really well, getting to know his new team and all that,” I tell her, my level of excitement growing exponentially. “It’s been so weird being home without him for the last couple of weeks,” I confess.
After lots of deliberations, lots of sleepless nights and lots of educating ourselves on which college was the best choice for his future, not just in school but also possibly in the NFL, he decided to attend the University of Michigan.
Now, he’s been gone for two weeks, had to head there early to join their training camp for the spring even though Colton has one more year before he graduates high school. They just wanted him to get a feel for it and get comfortable with his future team.
“Our little Colton is all grown up,” Emily pretends to shed a tear, making me laugh.
“I know, I feel like an old mom. I’m an empty nester now,” I giggle without meaning to.
“Ladies,” a cold voice calls from behind us, making both me and Emily stand up straight and turn around in surprise.
