Page 74 of Spiralling Skywards
Luke headed to the laundry room where the spare fridge containing beer was kept.
“What are you gonna do?” Sasha’s voice pulled my attention to her.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“I love her, Sash. I’m not giving up.”
“You’re gonna have a battle on your hands. She hates being lied to.”
“I understand that, but I’m ready for the fight.”
“Bring it on,” Will called from where he sat at the kitchen bench.
“I wasn’t talking to you, fuck face, and they’re my Hob Nobs you’re eating there by the way. Sarah buys them especially for me. How’s that make ya feel?”
I watched as he slammed his hand down, crushing the entire packet of biscuits.
Luke reappeared, threw me a bag of frozen peas, and passed me a beer. I pressed the peas to my eye and the bottle to my lip.
I desperately wanted to go upstairs and check on Sarah, but I knew she needed time. I was assuming that she’d worked out that I was telling her that Olivia was pregnant, but I wasn’t completely sure.
“Can I stay here tonight?” I asked. “I didn’t get to fully explain the situation with Olivia, and I’d really like to be able to talk to Sarah in the morning before anyone else does.”
“You’re not staying here,” Luke stated. “You both stay the fuck away from her, you let her come to you.”
“She doesn’t even know that I like her, fuck that. I’m not staying away. I’ve sat back and waited long enough. Unlike some, I putourfriendship beforemyfeelings for your sister, I’m not waiting anymore.”
I opened the beer and took a swig so I could distract myself from the urge to get up and arse fuck Will with the bottle as he sipped his tea.
“You wantyourface to look like his?” Luke asked him
“Try it, motherfucker. Just fucking try it.”
“Children! Seriously. Enough with the all the testosterone. No one is staying here tonight. In fact, you can all fuck off right now. I’m knackered and want my bed. You can fight about this all night, but you won’t be doing it here. I’d like you all to leave. Please.”
“Fine with me. Tell Sunshine I’ll speak to her tomorrow.” Will pulled out his keys and swung them around his index finger. “You wanna lift?” He tilted his chin in Luke’s direction, ignoring me.
Luke stood. “Yeah, I’ll grab a lift. Del?” He looked over at me.
“Nah, no room for him.” Will told him, heading for the door without looking my way.
“No worries, I’ll get a cab, or maybe stay.”
They both stopped in their tracks.
“You’ve got thirty minutes, Delaney. If you’re not at my place by then, I’ll be back here to drag you home by the balls if I have to.”
I didn’t bother replying. The front door closed behind them, and Sasha and I sat and stared at each other in silence.
“Well, I think he took it rather well,” she eventually said with a completely straight face. I pressed the beer bottle to my lip, trying and failing to stop it from reopening as I laughed.
“Her room’s a fucking mess,” I said quietly. “I hope she doesn’t get up in the night, she’ll cut her feet to ribbons.”
She smiled at me, her big brown eyes shining. She looked as exhausted as I felt.
“You really care about her don’t you?”
“Have you not been listening? I love the girl.”
