Page 13 of Torn
"How dare you! Do you understand how insane that is?" Storm stands up, and I can see the concern on his face.
“Do you understand where you are right now? What the hell are you doing at an MC club?”
Shit.
"I was tutoring one of my students not that it's any of your business. You're my brother not my father." I regret it as soon as I say it. Pat has done so much for me, sacrificed so much for me.
“I know that.” His voice is filled with sadness and guilt washes over me. I’m coming to visit I’ll there in about two hours.
Double shit.
“Okay see you then.”
"Love you, sister."
"Love you, brother."
I hang up the phone and plop onto Storm’s bed. “I um…I have to go we can talk later.”
I stand up, but he stops me. "You gonna tell me what the hell that was about?"
“No, just sibling stuff. I really do need to go.”
His arms hold me in place. “We weren’t done.”
"We need to be for right now." Before I lose my courage, I stand on my tip toes and pull his mouth to mine. Letting myself get lost in the way he makes me feel once more.
“I’ll drive you home.”
“No, that’s silly I have my car here.”
His grip tightens on me. “I’ll have one of the prospects drive it. Let me take you for a ride.”
I want to say yes, but if Pat gets there early and I pull up on Storm's bike, it will be World War three.
“Some other day.” I stroke his cheek with my hand. “I’ll text you tonight.”
I press my lips against him once more, and he deepens the kiss.
Jesus, he makes it hard to walk away from him.
"Walk me out?" I ask him, and he nods.
Trying to keep my two worlds separate is going to be hard, but I'm willing to work on it.
