“I guess I never thought about it like that.”
“Clearly, the two of you have a lot to talk about.”
We do.
Except, talking isn’t exactly Elliot’s forte.
Another awkward kind of silence descends over the four of us as the weight of what’s to come settles.
I’ve made my choice.
Now Elliot needs to make his.
“Rise and shine, lovebirds.” Someone bangs on Elliot’s bedroom door, their laughter disappearing down the hall.
“Fucking idiots,” he mutters, pulling me closer to his chest. “Morning.” He nuzzles my shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to my neck.
“Good morning.”
It’s Monday and all my newfound confidence has evaporated. But I don’t let him see that as I roll into his arms and cup his face in my hands. “No matter what happens, you need to keep a cool head today, okay?” I urge, needing him to remain calm.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m as cool as a cucumber,” he grumbles.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. But I really need to piss.” He untangles himself from me and climbs out of bed.
I take a second to appreciate his very athletic, very naked body.
Despite things being a little tense between us yesterday, after me and the girls returned to the Chapel, we spent the day curled up on the sofa watching films with everyone. It was nice.
Normal.
A taste of what life might be like for us if things with his father blow over.
Elliot didn’t mention my offer again and I didn’t push.
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about what the day will bring.
The huge knot in my stomach tightens but I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I’ve got this.
That I can do this for the boy I love.
I just hope Mr Eaton doesn’t push him too far.
29
ELLIOT
Idon’t hear anything from my father.
As far as I know, he isn’t aware that I know about his little visit to Abigail.
My stomach twists, acid spilling through my veins at just the thought of him being anywhere near her.
She’s too innocent, too pure to be subjected to his poison.
I fucking hate that I don’t know what his next move is going to be.