Page 27 of SummerTime Madness
“You think she’s going to show up?”
Chase begins to fidget, a fucking bundle of nerves, eager to get on with the partying and his sex fantasies that I’m sure are plenty. This is his element, and I’m about to begrudgingly live in it.
I look at him, he’s wearing a white, sheer camisole clinging to his skin, leaving his chest exposed, the flower and wolf tattoos on his peck on full display — his golden skin is shimmering from whatever glitter he smeared across his skin.
“You look like one of the Cullens.”
“A Cullen? Like Twilight?”
His brows pinch together and he scrunches his nose, tussling his chestnut waves as he inspects his outfit.
With a scoff, he replies, “Dude, I have way better style.”
I couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips, watching him in his element. It’s not like I didn’t give a fuck about the man who’s been my best friend... My partner.
But I also grieve…
Because I know a part of us is missing.
What we complete… is not for us to obtain, and that makes me resent her more.
“You know, I know what you’re trying to do?” He opens his arms and shrugs.
“And what is that?”
I bend down, grabbing my black duffel bag and place it on top of Chase’s big ass, neon green fucking suitcase. Why he needs so much shit for a weekend is beyond me. I try not to think about Cordelia, or how she, once again, is going to play us in our face.
Maybe Chase is right, I just need to accept it.
However my ego is bigger than my love, I guess.
I just can’t submit to something fleeting… so painfully selfish and greedy. Her ambitions would one day overlook her love and destroy me because I know I would let her consume me.
Deep down she has already started… like a parasite.
She has spread through me, and it’s been impossible to cut down. Nothing works, so I drown in work to ignore my aching heart. I look at Chase, and I know behind the smile, he’s hiding disappointment, but before I can reply.
“Can you carry my bag?” My parasitic little snake demands behind me.
The sound of her raspy, feminine voice is like music to my ears, adrenaline to my system, and an aphrodisiac to my cock. Chase’s smile is wide as he casually walks towards her, trying to hide his excitement, but we see it.
The tension and happiness he walks with.
“Cordy,” he says, sounding like a kid excited to see his dad return from grabbing the milk, or at least I think that’s how they would sound. Not that I would know, my dad never came back.
I look over my shoulder, trying to act dismissive of her presence while my heart beats in my chest.
I fucking hate the way her skin glows under the sun. Her light pink dress stops right at her thick thighs, contrasting the golden hue of her skin, and her long tendrils are placed in a messy bun above her head.
She is as casual as she can get and still fucking breathtaking without any effort. Like everything inher fucking life, even beauty was bestowed upon her.
I hate how aware I am of Cordelia. She’s not just a pretty face—she’s a mind I want to devour. That intelligent beautiful brain of hers, I want to pluck it from her sexy ass body and consume it.
After all, we are one in the same.
And that makes me hate her more.
Our eyes remain on each other, those beautiful, glistening blue eyes that shimmer, making me drown and fall at the same time. I wonder if that’s how Chase feels, if that’s why he doesn’t fight it. The party ferry horn blares, causing the trance to break, and I focus on the large boat in the water.
