her.”
Conversation officially over.
I was not taking relationship advice from the girl that had let my heart split open and melt for years and years. It was not happening. I would no longer look in the mirror and wonder if it was my muscles or my tattoos that didn’t appeal to her. Nick was my exact opposite and I was fully aware of that fact. No more. Aoife loved, and I know she craved, both my ink and my strong muscles as they pleasured her body. Damn, I was getting hard just thinking of earlier that day.
“No, Lizzie. I am hanging with Aoife because I am really into her, alright? I want to like her and I do like her – for real. The only thing I want to know is if she has a boy back home because that would be the one thing that tears me from continuing to see her while she is in Boston.”
Lizzie was quiet. Eerily quiet. It was distracting me from getting my shit cleaned up to go. I had to sit otherwise I didn’t know what to concentrate on more. Was I supposed to say something else? I didn’t have any explanation left in me.
“So?” I asked, throwing one hand up to run through my hair.
“No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend back home but listen…” she started.
“Nope,” I cut her off. “Don’t want to hear it. If she has something she needs to tell me, she will tell me. I am not playing games with you or her. Yes, you and I are friends but remember, I was always the one that stayed out of that shit with you, Nick, and Sam. Remember? I remained your friend without saying a damn word about what I thought about that fucked up scenario. So don’t be that person that tells me shit that I should know and don’t. Just… just keep being my friend. Alright?”
Did that question just come out of my mouth? I did a little fist pump.
“Wow. Okay, Sean. I will always be your friend no matter what. You’re right. Shit, sometimes, I just want to take care of people because I didn’t… well – I didn’t always know what I know now about life and people,” she observed as she was probably remembering Teagan and Conner. Would she have done anything differently had she known the total truth about them?
Lizzie continued.
“If she wants to tell you, she will. I guess I was just worried about you.” Her voice was not Lizzie’s. She sounded small. Small and put in her place about what we were to each other. We were friends. That was it. I wasn’t waiting around anymore. I wasn’t begging for crumbs. I was done. Whether she knew on a conscious or subconscious level that I had always wanted more with her, she knew now that I was over it.
“Thanks, Lizzie. Give the kids a kiss from Uncle Sean,” I added as an olive branch to this very awkward conversation. I wanted her to know that she and her kids were so damn important to me. They were probably family , I thought as I said the word “uncle.”
“You’ll call me soon?” She ordered rather than asked. Her tone was still so small, so contradictory to her order and Lizzie’s normal tone of voice.
“You bet,” I assured her. “Talk to you soon.” I added a little smile to my promise so she wouldn’t call me again with warnings. She had to let me and this thing with Aoife play out. It...Aoife was important to me, I decided as I went to work on the tools.
I clicked off the phone and finished up cleaning. I tipped my imaginary hat at 100’s and Filter, two other weekend artists and headed out the door. It was a kick ass night. The stars were out and it was busy for a night in Newburyport. I looked to my left, knowing that if Aoife was going to go in a direction it would have been towards town, towards the lights of the harbor.
My eyes were all over the place as I scoured the street. She was so small and I forgot what she was wearing. I knew she had jean shorts on and damn, her legs were so amazing to feel. My heart started to beat harder as I imagined not being able to find her.
When I saw her across the street, my chest let out a grateful and
Conversation officially over.
I was not taking relationship advice from the girl that had let my heart split open and melt for years and years. It was not happening. I would no longer look in the mirror and wonder if it was my muscles or my tattoos that didn’t appeal to her. Nick was my exact opposite and I was fully aware of that fact. No more. Aoife loved, and I know she craved, both my ink and my strong muscles as they pleasured her body. Damn, I was getting hard just thinking of earlier that day.
“No, Lizzie. I am hanging with Aoife because I am really into her, alright? I want to like her and I do like her – for real. The only thing I want to know is if she has a boy back home because that would be the one thing that tears me from continuing to see her while she is in Boston.”
Lizzie was quiet. Eerily quiet. It was distracting me from getting my shit cleaned up to go. I had to sit otherwise I didn’t know what to concentrate on more. Was I supposed to say something else? I didn’t have any explanation left in me.
“So?” I asked, throwing one hand up to run through my hair.
“No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend back home but listen…” she started.
“Nope,” I cut her off. “Don’t want to hear it. If she has something she needs to tell me, she will tell me. I am not playing games with you or her. Yes, you and I are friends but remember, I was always the one that stayed out of that shit with you, Nick, and Sam. Remember? I remained your friend without saying a damn word about what I thought about that fucked up scenario. So don’t be that person that tells me shit that I should know and don’t. Just… just keep being my friend. Alright?”
Did that question just come out of my mouth? I did a little fist pump.
“Wow. Okay, Sean. I will always be your friend no matter what. You’re right. Shit, sometimes, I just want to take care of people because I didn’t… well – I didn’t always know what I know now about life and people,” she observed as she was probably remembering Teagan and Conner. Would she have done anything differently had she known the total truth about them?
Lizzie continued.
“If she wants to tell you, she will. I guess I was just worried about you.” Her voice was not Lizzie’s. She sounded small. Small and put in her place about what we were to each other. We were friends. That was it. I wasn’t waiting around anymore. I wasn’t begging for crumbs. I was done. Whether she knew on a conscious or subconscious level that I had always wanted more with her, she knew now that I was over it.
“Thanks, Lizzie. Give the kids a kiss from Uncle Sean,” I added as an olive branch to this very awkward conversation. I wanted her to know that she and her kids were so damn important to me. They were probably family , I thought as I said the word “uncle.”
“You’ll call me soon?” She ordered rather than asked. Her tone was still so small, so contradictory to her order and Lizzie’s normal tone of voice.
“You bet,” I assured her. “Talk to you soon.” I added a little smile to my promise so she wouldn’t call me again with warnings. She had to let me and this thing with Aoife play out. It...Aoife was important to me, I decided as I went to work on the tools.
I clicked off the phone and finished up cleaning. I tipped my imaginary hat at 100’s and Filter, two other weekend artists and headed out the door. It was a kick ass night. The stars were out and it was busy for a night in Newburyport. I looked to my left, knowing that if Aoife was going to go in a direction it would have been towards town, towards the lights of the harbor.
My eyes were all over the place as I scoured the street. She was so small and I forgot what she was wearing. I knew she had jean shorts on and damn, her legs were so amazing to feel. My heart started to beat harder as I imagined not being able to find her.
When I saw her across the street, my chest let out a grateful and
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