Page 33 of Dark Horse

What?!

It was college. We were drunk. She was hot, and I was going through a phase where I was into older women.

And you give those poor college boys shit.

I know what those poor college boys are up to.

So what happened?

She invited me over.

Did you go?

No. She was married, and my friend would have killed me if she cheated on his dad with me.

Have you ever had sex with a married woman?

Trying to get blackmail information on me?

Just trying to learn more about you. As long as we’ve known each other, there’s still a lot I don’t know.

You’re better off that way.

I think you just like the air of mystique. Keeps people guessing. Scared about what they don’t know.

Fear is a useful tool.

Does it frustrate you that I’m not scared of you then?

It frustrates me that you’re not scared of anything.

There are things I’m scared of.

Tell me one.

Only if you tell me one.

Deal.

Dying alone. Everyone else has family—siblings, parents, spouses, children—the works. I’ve lost so much already, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever have any to call my own.

Fuck. That one hurts. Seeing someone as strong as she is hurt over something we all take for granted. Like a fucking knife straight to the chest. Especially because I know I contributed to the loss.

If I don’t die first, I’ll be there.

Always.

I know we don’t see eye to eye on a lot. But you’re family to me.

HELLFIRE:

I know. Anytime I’ve really needed you, you’ve always come through.

I’m sorry for what I said the other day when we were fighting after the sink. You press every button I have, but I know you care underneath it all.

You don’t have to be sorry. I know I’m not Jesse, nowhere fucking close.

Your turn.

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