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I know that more than most.
Putting Sena on her feet, I enfold her hand and lead her through the house to the staircase. “Lion, where are we going?”
I turn a dirty smirk over my shoulder as we ascend. “The house is quiet… finally, before those other two hellions get home. Where do you think we’re going, kitten?”
I know one sure fire way to distract my wife from worrying over the new family dramas.
C H A P T E R 29
Delaney
From the outside it looked like any other off campus housing block.
Two floors, large red brick building, with a wrap-around porch going halfway. It’s a mirror image of the other six on the street.
Only the one I stand outside is pumping with music and loud cheers coming from inside at 4 pm.
Party central it appears.
I’ve come this far. Just a few more steps.
Will he want to see me?
All my ignored messages indicate that he won’t. That he’s forgotten about me.
I know why I hesitate to knock on the door and face my man-boy.
I’m completely terrified he hates me…worse, that he’s forgotten me.
He cut off a ten-year friendship without a backward glance.
We barely had a summer together.
Maybe the summer fling with his teacher was just that and now he’s over it.
It wasnevera fling.
Something that consuming can hardly be contained under the fling umbrella.
We burned bright, consumed in each other.
The only thing I can do is attempt to mend my wrong.
My mouth is as dry as my hands are wet.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a sunny day, not a cloud in the blue sky, because a shiver of trepidation runs down my spine as I climb the six steps out front.
I’d hoped he was home alone.
Not knowing his schedule, I chance he’s inside. I didn’t factor in an afternoon party in full swing on a Wednesday.
I cross through the wide-open door and meet the eyes of a dark-haired boy towering at around six feet. He grins and winks. He’s wearing a basketball jersey that fits tightly to his huge torso. But he isn’t the boy I’m looking for.
The hallway is full of students holding cans of soda and beer. I move on, looking around the main room with couches and a blaring TV and music system up on one wall.
These young adults are so much more than boys.
Not just physically bigger, though they are that. In their sportswear and backwards caps. They hold an aura that they rule the campus.
