Page 50 of Silent Is The Heart

Snorting, he cards his fingers through his hair roughly, pinching his eyes closed. “No. Mom called. She said she’s selling it.”

Okay, I liked Melissa well enough. She always championed Wolf and didn’t treat him like he was disabled. It’s sad his relationship is ending this way, but his mom is selling the house? It’s a gut punch. It was like a second home for me for a while. Or… third home, if you count Nancy’s. Fourth if you count Hampton Hell. Whatever. Wolf’s lived there his entire life, minus the periods of time when he gets serious with a woman and stays at her place.

How the fuck can his mom up and sell it on him when it's the only home he's ever known? When she was off galivanting the world with whatever guy she was seeing at the time, it was Wolf's only source of security besides his time with me and Jasper at Jasper's shop. When the gutters went bad, he fixed them. When the furnace went out, he's the one who'd call forrepairs. The guy has been doing his own grocery shopping and cooking since he was like twelve all MacCaulay Culkin style. The way I see it is that it’s his house. No wonder he looks like a black cloud is hanging over him.

“Fuck, man.” Standing up, I take a step forward, so he knows he’s got my full attention now if he wants it. “That’s some bullshit.”

Shrugging, he fiddles with my ink display. “It’s her house.”

Liar. Hesodoes not feel that way either.

“What are you going to do?”

“Look for a new place, I guess. She hasn’t even gotten an appraiser lined up yet, so I’ve got a while. I’ll start going through my stuff, though.”

Giving his arm a soft punch, I flash him a cheerful grin. “You can come be my roommate. I always wanted someone to cook for me.”

Snorting, he shoves me before heading out of my stall. “Yeah, right. Get your fucking boyfriend to cook for you.”

He does cook for me. And it’s damn good.

Shit. Maybe I do have a boyfriend.

For fuck’s sake. At least quit smiling about it.

CHAPTER 25

Easton

Panting, Aaron rolls off all fours onto his side. “I didn’t think you were ever going to fuck me.”

“What? Why?” I laugh, still trying to catch my breath.

“It’s been almost two weeks since…since we first did.”

It’s funny that he thinks we can’t talk about my bottoming. I mean, it’s not at the top of my conversation list, but… withhim? I think we could talk about anything.

“What? Are my blow jobs not up to snuff?” I ask, flopping down next to him and snagging the hand towel off the nightstand.

They’ve become a permanent fixture there these past two weeks of us fooling around and getting each other off in every way except the way we just did. I didn’t mind taking things down a notch. It felt… natural. It was like we were getting to know each other in new ways, and I’ve never laughed so much while just screwing around. Some nights, we didn’t even do anything other than curl up on his couch or put more puzzles together. Handing him the clean half of the towel, I watch his brows shoot up the way they do when he’s trying to come up with a retort.

“Uh, I’m pretty sure my brother will be getting a noise complaint call from the neighbors about what you did to me last night.”

“Just last night, huh?”

“If you want praise, you don’t have to ask for it,” he says, rolling into me and throwing an arm over my waist.

Why does he always smell so good? And feel so good? And kiss so fucking good?

“I’ve got plenty of nice things I can think to say if you ever want to hear them,” he murmurs sleepily when he breaks away.

“Yeah?” I laugh nervously.

I’d die to know what those things are, but if Aaron was any sweeter, it might kill me, so I’m damned either way. I’m…happy.

Is this really real? It feels like being on the high of my life and waiting for the bottom to drop out at the same time. He left once. What if he leaves again? What if I’m just helping to ease his broken heart?

Rolling his eyes, he smiles and gets out of bed. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.”

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