safe.”
Her words knock the air out of me like getting slammed in the chest. “You’re safe with me.” Which is probably the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever told.
***
She hasn’t moved for over an hour besides her chest going up and down, her breasts pressing against her shirt. Trying to go slow so I don’t wake her up, I pull my arm from around her and get out of bed.
And stand there.
Cheyenne doesn’t move, so I figure I’m safe and sneak out of the room. I have to piss and my mouth is dry as hell. After taking care of my business, I head to the kitchen. Adrian’s sitting at the table, his feet up and a pipe in his hand.
“Want some?” he asks.
“Nah.” Pot isn’t really my thing. It’s a means to an end, is all. Instead of going back to my room, I fall into the other mismatched chair at our kitchen table. I don’t know why. I don’t really want to talk and I know Adrian will open his big mouth, but I’m sketchy about going back to Cheyenne too.
“That was pretty fuckin’ intense.” Adrian crosses his arms.
“No shit.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
I pause, trying to think of how to answer. She just found out her mom is dead, which has to be eating her alive, but there’s more to it than that. More than Gregory and all the other stuff. I just don’t know what it is. “Not sure.” I shrug.
“Are you doing her?”
“Fuck off.” Like that’s any of his business.
“That’s what I thought.” Adrian pushes to his feet.
“What does that mean?”
He sighs and sits back down. “I don’t know. You’re different with her. You’re feelin’ her, I can tell, but not the same way it was with Deena and other girls. You wouldn’t have hesitated to answer that question about anyone else. Which is cool. I’m just surprised.”
I shake my head. Adrian’s always like this. He smokes more weed and parties more than anyone I know, but he’s never afraid to put shit out there. He has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to stuff, so I’m not shocked at all by his words. “I don’t really know her, man, to be feelin’ her or not.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you are.”
True. A guy would have to be blind not to want her. She’s gorgeous with all that shiny dark brown hair and melted caramel skin. She’s got pouty lips and knows how to use them. Yeah, I’d have to be crazy not to want her, but—“Things are screwed up for her. You saw her freak out and I sure as hell can’t give her more than a good time. She’s not the girl for that.”
Adrian laughs. “You asked?”
“You know I didn’t ask her.”
“Then you don’t know. And yeah things are messed up for her and your ass too, even though you never talk about it. Might do you both some good to find a way to forget about that for a while.”
He stands and I don’t plan on saying anything to get him to stay this time. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. She may have shit on her plate, but she’s still a princess and I’m definitely not a prince. Don’t want to be either.
Adrian kicks my chair to get my attention. “Plus, you’ll have a whole hell of a lot of fun in the process.”
I ignore him and we both walk out of the room—him toward the door and me back to my bedroom. Once I’m inside I close the door, pull my shirt over my head and toss
Her words knock the air out of me like getting slammed in the chest. “You’re safe with me.” Which is probably the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever told.
***
She hasn’t moved for over an hour besides her chest going up and down, her breasts pressing against her shirt. Trying to go slow so I don’t wake her up, I pull my arm from around her and get out of bed.
And stand there.
Cheyenne doesn’t move, so I figure I’m safe and sneak out of the room. I have to piss and my mouth is dry as hell. After taking care of my business, I head to the kitchen. Adrian’s sitting at the table, his feet up and a pipe in his hand.
“Want some?” he asks.
“Nah.” Pot isn’t really my thing. It’s a means to an end, is all. Instead of going back to my room, I fall into the other mismatched chair at our kitchen table. I don’t know why. I don’t really want to talk and I know Adrian will open his big mouth, but I’m sketchy about going back to Cheyenne too.
“That was pretty fuckin’ intense.” Adrian crosses his arms.
“No shit.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
I pause, trying to think of how to answer. She just found out her mom is dead, which has to be eating her alive, but there’s more to it than that. More than Gregory and all the other stuff. I just don’t know what it is. “Not sure.” I shrug.
“Are you doing her?”
“Fuck off.” Like that’s any of his business.
“That’s what I thought.” Adrian pushes to his feet.
“What does that mean?”
He sighs and sits back down. “I don’t know. You’re different with her. You’re feelin’ her, I can tell, but not the same way it was with Deena and other girls. You wouldn’t have hesitated to answer that question about anyone else. Which is cool. I’m just surprised.”
I shake my head. Adrian’s always like this. He smokes more weed and parties more than anyone I know, but he’s never afraid to put shit out there. He has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to stuff, so I’m not shocked at all by his words. “I don’t really know her, man, to be feelin’ her or not.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you are.”
True. A guy would have to be blind not to want her. She’s gorgeous with all that shiny dark brown hair and melted caramel skin. She’s got pouty lips and knows how to use them. Yeah, I’d have to be crazy not to want her, but—“Things are screwed up for her. You saw her freak out and I sure as hell can’t give her more than a good time. She’s not the girl for that.”
Adrian laughs. “You asked?”
“You know I didn’t ask her.”
“Then you don’t know. And yeah things are messed up for her and your ass too, even though you never talk about it. Might do you both some good to find a way to forget about that for a while.”
He stands and I don’t plan on saying anything to get him to stay this time. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. She may have shit on her plate, but she’s still a princess and I’m definitely not a prince. Don’t want to be either.
Adrian kicks my chair to get my attention. “Plus, you’ll have a whole hell of a lot of fun in the process.”
I ignore him and we both walk out of the room—him toward the door and me back to my bedroom. Once I’m inside I close the door, pull my shirt over my head and toss
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