Page 44 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
And his tongue.
In my mouth.
I try not to think about the last one, because I know I was drunk and not in my right mind, but that doesn’t make what happened between us any better.
Even if he was drunk too.
I’m not sure if I kissed him or if he kissed me. I’m not even sure it matters, but I know it was a mistake. A drunk mistake that most certainly cannot and will not happen again.
Which should be easy, considering the fact that I don’t exactly have a reason to be around Rush or Freddie without Brett. It’s not like he’s at an away game right now, and there’s a family event or something happening that I’ve committed to. And even so, it’s not like I regularly make a habit of hanging out with my boyfriend’s—er, ex-boyfriend’s—brothers.
But then I think about Tommy. Or more accurately, the conversation we had this morning. When he offered to drive me to my brother’s.
The thought of not seeing Tommy anymore makes my heart stiffen. He’s been nothing but kind. Sweet. Especially this morning. There were a hundred things he could have said, or he could have ignored me all together, but he didn’t.
He listened without judgment and even commiserated. Well, as much as he could because apparently he’s never had a girlfriend, which I find hard to believe.
Still, his words and attempt to connect with me meant more to me than I know it should.
I didn’t show up to my brother’s with much, given that my things are still at Brett’s. And even if Michael lets me stay at his place for a while, I know at some point we’re going to have to talk, even if it is just to get my stuff back.
But the thought of talking or seeing Brett makes me tense, and I shove the thought away.
Yeah, maybe I should grab a coffee and some spare clothes, at least for the next few days. Just until…
Until what? Until I find the nerve to talk to Brett? Until I manage to get out of the hole of despair that I’ve fallen into? Until he leaves for a game or something and I can sneak over there to get my stuff?
“I’m going to head to Cool Cat. Anyone want anything?” I ask, rising from my chair.
Pam shakes her head. “I’m good, baby, but thank you.”
Abby raises an eyebrow at me, and I know she wants to press me since I told her Freddie and Rush brought me back to their place because they were worried about me.
Though I left out the part where I woke up curled next to Rush, and that I kissed him. I’ll take that little tidbit to my grave. I’m not sure how to process that information myself, and the last thing I need is for Abby to ask me questions I don’t have answers to.
Thankfully, there hasn’t been much of a chance for her to ask, given that as soon as I told her, her ten o’clock came in and she’s been booked back-to-back all day.
“What about you?” I ask as Zayne steps out from the back room with a bowl of color for Abby.
“I’m good,” he says, grumbling slightly. I had to hear all about Zayne’s botched attempts to get laid and how he regretted ever swiping right on the asshole who passed out on him mid-way through his blowjob, when he came in looking a little worse than I feel.
Naturally, Zayne left the guy and didn’t look back, but at that point he was already pissed off over the whole ordeal, and as such he’d gone home with a case of blue balls and an agitated ego.
“Abs?”
Abby twists her lips. “I don’t think Cool Cat has the tea I’m after,” she says with a smirk, and I have to turn away because I can feel the blush starting in my cheeks. I don’t need her to see that and jump to conclusions or press me, so instead I grab my jacket and my purse and tell them all I’ll be back after bit, before my next client arrives.
The minute I get in my car, I let out a heavy breath.
“Yeah, that’s what you need. A damn coffee,” I tell myself as I pull out of the small parking lot and head down the road to the café. The whole way there, I think about calling my brother. I know he’s only going to be gone for a few more days, so I have to figure something out in regards to my situation.
I had been living on my own since I graduated beauty school, and when the topic of moving in with Brett came up, I was more than ecstatic to move in with my successful hockey-playing boyfriend. I let my lease lapse and packed my bags and moved in with Brett, and now…
Now if we’re over, I need to figure out what to do—where I’m going to go.
I’m sure my brother or Abby would let me crash with them, but the fact of the matter is that Ihada home. I spent six months making Brett’s house cozy and warm and feel likemy home.
Which is why I need to get my things, but where will I put them? I packed up my life and brought it with me, and then with Brett’s money and blessing, I revamped a lot more than one room.
