feeling of another man being close to her.
The thoughts had driven him to coming here tonight. He couldn’t let her leave her apartment without touching her, tasting her.
A good twenty minutes passed before he left her apartment, keeping hold of the spare key.
He stopped as he saw Dale stood outside of the tattoo parlor, flicking open his phone. His friend turned to him, looking at the building and then looking at him.
“Do I even want to know what’s going on?” Dale asked.
Walking to his front door, Trey kept his thoughts to himself even as he set the two keys down on the counter by the front door. Dale was close behind him.
“I wasn’t imagining it. You were coming from June’s place, right?”
Sighing Trey turned toward Dale.
“I need a drink.”
He went to the kitchen, hearing Dale ask a lot of questions from behind him. Trey rubbed at his temples, wishing there was something he could say.
“You’re seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” Dale asked.
Uncapping the bottle, Trey took a long gulp of the beer.
“Nope.”
“I told you about Molly. I gave you a part of myself and you’re going to cut me out?”
“I’m not doing this on purpose. I can’t tell you anything.”
“I’ve got two fucking kids with the woman that I love, but because of the shit I’ve done I can’t be with her. I told her to get rid of my kid, and she keeps pushing me away. When she first told me she was pregnant, I laughed. I told her I wasn’t going to be bound to a woman my whole life. When I saw she was telling the truth, I proposed. At every turn I’ve fucked up, Trey. I’ve fucked up that much that I can’t have her. Molly doesn’t trust me at all, but that’s between us. I’ve told you the truth!” Dale’s voice kept getting louder.
Staring at his friend, Trey knew he was being unreasonable.
“I get why you don’t want to talk to Max. He’s a great friend but a fucking gossip. I get it. I’m not Max. I’m Dale, and you should talk to me.”
Dale hit his chest. He was red in the face , and his eyes were wet.
“I’m fucking June Armstrong , and she doesn’t want anyone to know about it. Right now she’s on a date that her parents set up. I was just buried balls deep inside her, and she’s with another man. A man who she could take to her mom and dad.” Trey stopped, taking a gulp of the beer. “I’ve been in love with her for a long time. I had to hurt her when I was younger. These feelings she causes scare the shit out of me, so yeah, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, shit,” Dale said, taking a seat.
Trey stood by the refrigerator sipping at his beer.
“She doesn’t want anyone to know about you?”
“I bullied her in high school. I can’t make her see me in a different light.”
“Yes, you can. You’re different, Trey. You’ve changed. Tell her how you feel. Better yet, show her.”
“I wouldn’t have the first clue what to do.”
“Does she like this guy she’s on a date with?” Dale asked.
“No.”
“Then let’s go, together. She won’t suspect a thing. You can keep an eye on her, and we can hang out where our idiot friend isn’t.”
“Max out fucking again?”
“Yeah. The two women he was fucking want him. They’re always coming around, begging for him to show them a good time. It’s creepy, and I was wondering if I could crash here tonight?”
“You want to stay at my place?” Trey asked. “It’s quiet with no chance of pussy.”
“I’m in love with Molly. This is the best idea. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not.”
Nodding his head, Trey agreed for his friend to stay the night. “Are we getting old before our time?”
“I’m the father of two kids. I feel old. A lot of guys would have loved for their woman to send them away without the pressure of raising kids. I want to be in my kids’ lives, and I want to be in hers.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Trey asked, putting the empty
The thoughts had driven him to coming here tonight. He couldn’t let her leave her apartment without touching her, tasting her.
A good twenty minutes passed before he left her apartment, keeping hold of the spare key.
He stopped as he saw Dale stood outside of the tattoo parlor, flicking open his phone. His friend turned to him, looking at the building and then looking at him.
“Do I even want to know what’s going on?” Dale asked.
Walking to his front door, Trey kept his thoughts to himself even as he set the two keys down on the counter by the front door. Dale was close behind him.
“I wasn’t imagining it. You were coming from June’s place, right?”
Sighing Trey turned toward Dale.
“I need a drink.”
He went to the kitchen, hearing Dale ask a lot of questions from behind him. Trey rubbed at his temples, wishing there was something he could say.
“You’re seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” Dale asked.
Uncapping the bottle, Trey took a long gulp of the beer.
“Nope.”
“I told you about Molly. I gave you a part of myself and you’re going to cut me out?”
“I’m not doing this on purpose. I can’t tell you anything.”
“I’ve got two fucking kids with the woman that I love, but because of the shit I’ve done I can’t be with her. I told her to get rid of my kid, and she keeps pushing me away. When she first told me she was pregnant, I laughed. I told her I wasn’t going to be bound to a woman my whole life. When I saw she was telling the truth, I proposed. At every turn I’ve fucked up, Trey. I’ve fucked up that much that I can’t have her. Molly doesn’t trust me at all, but that’s between us. I’ve told you the truth!” Dale’s voice kept getting louder.
Staring at his friend, Trey knew he was being unreasonable.
“I get why you don’t want to talk to Max. He’s a great friend but a fucking gossip. I get it. I’m not Max. I’m Dale, and you should talk to me.”
Dale hit his chest. He was red in the face , and his eyes were wet.
“I’m fucking June Armstrong , and she doesn’t want anyone to know about it. Right now she’s on a date that her parents set up. I was just buried balls deep inside her, and she’s with another man. A man who she could take to her mom and dad.” Trey stopped, taking a gulp of the beer. “I’ve been in love with her for a long time. I had to hurt her when I was younger. These feelings she causes scare the shit out of me, so yeah, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, shit,” Dale said, taking a seat.
Trey stood by the refrigerator sipping at his beer.
“She doesn’t want anyone to know about you?”
“I bullied her in high school. I can’t make her see me in a different light.”
“Yes, you can. You’re different, Trey. You’ve changed. Tell her how you feel. Better yet, show her.”
“I wouldn’t have the first clue what to do.”
“Does she like this guy she’s on a date with?” Dale asked.
“No.”
“Then let’s go, together. She won’t suspect a thing. You can keep an eye on her, and we can hang out where our idiot friend isn’t.”
“Max out fucking again?”
“Yeah. The two women he was fucking want him. They’re always coming around, begging for him to show them a good time. It’s creepy, and I was wondering if I could crash here tonight?”
“You want to stay at my place?” Trey asked. “It’s quiet with no chance of pussy.”
“I’m in love with Molly. This is the best idea. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not.”
Nodding his head, Trey agreed for his friend to stay the night. “Are we getting old before our time?”
“I’m the father of two kids. I feel old. A lot of guys would have loved for their woman to send them away without the pressure of raising kids. I want to be in my kids’ lives, and I want to be in hers.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Trey asked, putting the empty
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