Page 65 of Shameless
“I’m sorry,” I said against his lips.
“No, I’m sorry,” he replied. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Does your mom know?” I looked over my shoulder to see we had an audience by the front door. When they saw me looking, they quickly scurried back into the house.
“Not that I know of.”
I slid down his body and onto my feet. “Come on. I want to take you to my favorite place before it gets dark.”
“Will there be food? I’m fucking starving.”
I was hungry too. “Your mom said they were having grilled cheese sandwiches. We can make a couple and take them with us.”
“All right.”
Blake shut off the radio. He put it back into his truck, locked the doors, and then grabbed my hand. As we entered the house, everyone turned from the dining room table in the open living space.
“Everything all right?” Aimee asked.
“It will be,” Blake replied. “But we came for something to eat and then we’re gonna talk.”
His mom stood. “Let me make you some sandwiches, then.”
“No, I can do it,” I insisted.
“It’s not a bother, honey.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Three grilled cheeses coming right up.”
I eyed Blake with a raise of my brow.
He lifted a shoulder. “She knows I can eat at least two.”
“Okay.” I gave him a small smile. “Let me go see if there are any jackets in the spare room.”
“There should be,” Roger said.
“I have one in the truck,” Blake advised. “I’ll go grab it.”
“Okay.” Skye followed me down the hall. I picked her up, kissed her on the top of her head, and scratched behind her ears. “I can’t take you this time, but maybe tomorrow I will.”
I set her down and found a jacket for me, plus a flashlight in the closet. We might need it on the way back, depending on how long it took us to have our talk.
By the time I got back to the kitchen, Aimee was making the second sandwich. Blake came back, and we slipped on the jackets. Once Aimee had wrapped the sandwiches in foil for us, we headed outside. The air was chilly, causing me to zip up my coat as we walked toward the barn.
“Where’re we going?” Blake asked and unwrapped one of his sandwiches.
“Have you been to the creek?”
“There’s a creek?” he questioned.
“I guess that’s a no.” I chuckled.
“I had no idea. I only knew about the lake.”
“It's just a little fishing hole of sorts. I would go there to be alone sometimes.”
