Page 10 of Our Shattered Pieces
At that, I turned around and headed to my room. After dumping everything on the floor, I grabbed a change of clothes to go shower. When we had moved in, I had scored the master-bedroom because I had been the one who’d had the money for the deposit and the first and last. Having a successful criminal attorney in the family was a financial benefit that Rowan and I had benefited from often in our lives.
Once I was in the shower, I cursed my knee jerk reaction to seeing that girl walking out of our apartment. Going after Eric like that had been unfair. Just because I didn’t agree with his sexual practices, that didn’t mean it was any of my business. As long as the girls he was with were of legal age, that was the important thing.
But I couldn’t help but think of Rowan.
She had been of legal age when that campus cop had taken advantage of her. But she had still been a senior in high school, and that should have counted for more. Sure, he had gone to jail and all that, but I still struggled with what she’d gone through while I’d been here, not a care in the world. I was still fucked-up over it, as evident by me snapping at Eric just now.
Besides, I was the last person to judge someone else for what they liked in bed. If anyone knew the truth about me, they’d think I was a heartless bastard. All over the world, women’s rights groups would be throwing darts at a picture of my face.
And I wouldn’t blame them.
Getting out of the shower, I got dressed, but instead of hitting the books like I normally would, I called one of the two only females on the planet that I loved.
After three rings, I heard her breathless voice. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Busy?” And then I immediately winced, hoping she wasn’t.
“So, there’s this new dance-kickboxing-workout thing I’m trying,” she said. “I had to race across the room to get my phone since I needed a lot of space for this new idiocy I’ve embarked on.”
I laughed. “How’s that working out for you?”
“Other than my boobs threatening to knock me out? Oh, great. Just flippin’ great.”
“Christ, Rowan,” I muttered. “I don’t need to hear about your…things.”
Rowan laughed, and it was one of my most favorite sounds in the world. Especially, now. “They’re called breasts, Grayson,” she teased. “C’mon, you can say it.”
“Stop it,” I growled, my threats having no effect on the girl.
“Okay, okay,” she chuckled. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?”
“You’re such a jerk, Row.” She just laughed harder. “Okay, fine. I was thinking of flying home next weekend to visit Mom and Dad. Want to come with?”
“Hell yeah,” she enthusiastically agreed. “I miss all your faces.”
“Dude, I just saw you two weeks ago.” With Georgetown so close to Boston University, I made sure to see my sister as often as I could.
“I can still miss your face, jackass,” she retorted.
Ignoring her snark, I said, “I’ll send you all the flight information once I secure our flights.”
“You’re the best, Grayson,” she automatically replied. “Now, I gotta go before I give up on this workout session completely.”
I chuckled. “See you later, twerp.”
We hung up, and if nothing else, I did feel a little bit better about my shitty Thursday.
Chapter 7
Molly~
It was past seven, but with Lorcan scheduled to visit this weekend, I had been kicking ass in all my assignments, so that I could actually spend some time with him without having homework hanging over my head like a dark cloud.
Normally, I never would have been at the university library this late, but I wasn’t overly worried. I owned a car, so there’s be no walking home late and alone. Plus, the school was very good about excessive lighting on campus. I knew that didn’t guarantee safety, but did anything? Sometimes women were raped in their homes, children snatched from their bedrooms at night. Safety was more of an illusion than anything, if you asked me.
“Molly?”
The library student parking was already in my sights. I could see my car parked near the front, only a few feet away.
