Page 101 of True Honey
“I already showered,” she hummed.
“Shower again.” I smirked, digging my fingers deeper into her skin.
“I’m not going to play your little game.,” She smiled back, the corners of her lips begging to be kissed. If I had it my way, I’d keep her locked up in this room for the next twenty four hours.
“You know it’s not little,” I teased and she tugged on my hair harder. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” I finally relented, letting go of her ass only to wrap my hands around her jaw and pulling her toward my lips for a needy, hungry kiss. Her fingers tightened in my hair and her hand pressed against my chest as I stole the air from her lungs.
“Shower,” she gasped, pulling free. “Now.”
I sighed, closing my eyes as she slipped away from my grasp and went back to getting herself ready. I ran the shower cold, letting it deal with the sexual frustration that was pumping through me. But nothing killed the vibe like remembering that day.
It was as if I had blocked it out completely. I thought that the first time I’d met Josh was the day I found out about him from my father's paper trail. But that hadn’t been true. I’d come in contact with him so much earlier than that, I’d just forgotten that day. Whether it was trauma or ignorance that kept it tucked away, the memory was free now and it was going to eat away at me.
I got out of the shower, bending down to grab my phone from my back pocket and dialed his number.
“What?” Josh answered after one ring.
“We need to work on your phone manners,” I said, rubbing the water from my eyes and leaned against the counter as I wrapped myself in a towel.
“If I know it’s you, why would I need manners?” Josh challenged.
“Okay well,” I sighed, pushing my wet hair back with my other hand. “Nevermind.”
“What do you want, Silas?” He asked, reminding me why I dialed his number in the first place.
“I need to apologize to you,” I said, trying to control my tone.
Josh huffed. “For what now? If it’s something Charles did that you’re taking responsibility for… don’t bother, I don’t want to hear it.”
“You’re going to hear it eventually and I want you to hear it from me,” I explained. Josh went quiet and I could feel the tension that flooded him from across the phone. “I remembered something today during my meeting with the lawyers.”
“The prosecution?” Josh questioned.
“Yeah.”
“They called me twice this week, they want me to go to the prison.”
“No,” I said quickly, “under no circumstances are you going to go there.”
“I’m not a child,” Josh argued, “if it needs to be done to keep him locked up, I’ll do it.”
“I said no,” I snapped harder that time.
Josh swore on the other end. “Fine, what did you remember?” He asked after a long stretch of tense silence.
“Dad took me there when I was younger, probably about nine, maybe ten. I met you before you were even out of diapers and I didn’t fucking remember until now.” I felt like a fucking disappointment. I knew he was there, knew he existed and I had forgotten about him. “I’m sorry Josh.”
He laughed, tight and cold. “I warned you not to apologize for things that Charles did.”
“I should have said something to my mother, to anyone. But I was scared.” I said to him, just trying to be honest.
“You were a kid,” he reminded me. “Call me when you have something to apologize for that isn’thisbullshit,” he said, I could hear the smile on his face.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“Silas,” he said before hanging up. “There was nothing you could do back then and the second you were able, you changed the entire trajectory of my life.”
I swallowed down the guilt, using his words to create a barrier between me and the overwhelming feeling that I was letting him down again.
