Page 125 of True Honey
Drew looks down at the mark and smirks before running her hands over the white sundress she was wearing. “No,” she hummed. “I like this one.”
Opening my mouth to argue she lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it. She hadn’t meant the dress…fuck.She always knew exactly what button to press.
I knotted my hand into the back of her hair, bundling the red strands between my fingers and tipping her head back to steal a kiss from her stubborn, pretty lips. She tasted like sugar and the second she pulled away a tiny whine left my throat as I followed her to steal another.
“On second thought, let’s stay home.” I wrapped my arm around her waist as she turned to leave, pulling her back against my chest. My lips were quick to find her throat.
“Silas if we’re late I’m throwing you to the wolves,” she giggled and squirmed but it only made my grip tighter. My hand pressed down her stomach and inched into the soft fabric, pinching it in my fingers until I could feel the soft skin of her thigh.
“I’ll be quick,” I whined.
“You’re never quick,” she wiggled free, stepping back out of my reach and leaving me restless. “Deal with that and meet us outside.” She pointed to my hard on.
“Seriously?” I huffed as she giggled and left me standing in the closet alone.
“Do I really need to wear this?” August tugged at his tie, mirroring Josh’s action beside him.
Drew tilted her head to the side, no doubt thinking the same thing I was. How similar the two of them looked and acted without sharing a shred of DNA. She looked over her shoulder at me and all I could do was laugh.
“If I have to, you have to.” Josh grumbled. “You owe me,” he snapped at me.
“For what, Mom invited us both!” I tucked my hand into the pocket of my pants and wrapped the other one around Drew’s waist. “Let’s get this over with,” I muttered, leading her into the house behind Josh and Dean.
“Holy shit,” August swore.
“Language,” Drew hissed at him gently as his voice echoed in the foray.
Josh stifled a laugh and Dean got August’s attention to pull him into the living room. Seymour stood at the other end in the door of his office staring at me.
“Go,” Drew encouraged, patting me on the chest. “I love you.”
The sound of her saying that never got old. I wrapped my hand around hers feeling the ring in my palm and slowed down my breathing to match hers. “Don’t let August and Josh bully Dean,” I said, trying to keep calm and Drew shook her head, only letting go when I was ready.
I shoved my hands in my pocket and made my way into the office, Seymour shutting the door behind me.
“Before you take a chunk out of me Grandpa, I don’t regret my decision.” I leaned against one of the chairs as he circled slowly and sat down. He coughed for a second, bracing himself on the arm. He was looking worse every day and it wouldn’t be long before we were holding another funeral.
I was so unbelievably sick of death.
“Sit down,” he barked when he finally got finished with his coughing fit. I unbuttoned my jacket and sunk into the chair across from him. “The first time you walked that woman into my house you lied to me.”
“Grandpa,” I sighed.
“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t. I’m old, not stupid.” Seymour snapped. “It was clear that you had found Ms. Courtney in an attempt to fool me.”
I brushed my hand through my hair and nodded, “that’s correct but not the whole story.”
“I know. Your Mother figured the rest out before you left the drive way." He shook his head. Of course Mom had known, and the entire time. Her coming to the apartment, taking Drew to lunch… It had all been a show from the two of them.
"It was stupid of you to leave before that meeting.” He reached for his glass of water. It was the first time I’d ever seen him drink anything besides scotch in my entire life
I buckled down, pressing my heels into the floor and preparing for the fight.
“But I see you boy.” He said. “I see the love and I’m proud of you for holdingon to it.”
Seymour had never been one to mince his words. He was honest, true and despite his addiction to hard liquor and cigars. He was a good man. I just wasn’t sure of his angle. Usually it was pretty clear but I couldn’t for the life of me figure it out.
“Okay Grandpa, you’re going to have to explain,” I leaned forward.
