“This is not something I need to hear.”
She scoffs at me. “Please… you know he’d be the best lay of my life.” She fans herself.
I put my fingers in my ear and sing loudly. “La la la la.”
She climbs over to me, gets close enough and starts yelling, “He would have a big dick, too. I’m sure of it. So big that it won’t fit in my mouth. Maybe just the tip.”
“Oh. My. God,” I scream.
“I bet Gunner has a big cock. Do you take it in the ass, Ev? Tell me you like it dirty.” I push her away and stand to get away from her. Someone coughs, and we both turn to see my front door open and Gunner standing there. Oh fuck! How long has he been standing there for?
“How the fuck did you get in?” May asks incredulously while jumping to her feet. She looks to me and I look down guiltily.
“Oh. My. God. You didn’t! Ev, what are you thinking?”
I look up to Gunner to see him still watching me with hard eyes. I turn to May and say, “Can you give us a few?”
Her sharp eyes turn to Gunner and she zooms in on him before she walks to my room shutting the door. When I hear the door close, I turn back to him, and in his hands are flowers.
I smile when he hands them to me. “Thank you.”
His hand falls to his side. “You’re welcome,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Is this hard? For you to do this?” I nod toward the flowers. “I like it. Just so you know.”
“Don’t discuss my cock with your friends.” Then he turns and walks out, leaving me standing there holding the prettiest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever received, and shocked at his departure.
He’s confusing as fuck.
“What the fuck, Ev? Explain. Now.” May startles me as I’m still watching where Gunner left. Turning to May, who is standing there with her arms crossed over her chest at my bedroom door, I say “Explain what?”
She shakes her head. “Why would you give him a key? You’ve known this guy for what? A few weeks. And all of a sudden you’re handing him a damn key?” I look down at the flowers in my hand. “Oh my God, how was I blind to it?” She shakes her head, stepping out of the bedroom and over to where I’m standing. Her eyes flick to the flowers I’m holding then back to me. “You’re falling in love with him.”
I gasp at her words. “I. Am. Not,” I say, shaking my head.
“Oh, but you are.”
Turning away, I walk over to the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
“I’m not,” I tell her again, but it’s more to reassure myself, even though something inside of me feels guilty.
“You do things for him, and you don’t know why?”
I choose not to answer, so she continues, “You’ve never been in love, Ev. I’m worried he may not be good for you.”
I spin on my heels. “Why would you say that?”
She nods to the door. “I heard the way he spoke to you. I’m afraid you will love him, and he won’t love you back. It’s an awfully sad life to love someone, and to live without getting their love back in return.” She walks over and kisses my cheek. “I hope I’m wrong. I just wanted you to have some fun. I didn’t expect this.” She turns to go.
I whisper as she walks away, “Neither did I.”
10
It takes three days until I see him again. Gunner walks straight into my apartment as I sit on the couch watching Netflix trying to unwind from my busy day. He spots the cake in my hand and walks over, standing directly in front of the television. I look straight up at him, his dark cruel eyes watching me.
“Get dressed.”
Nope, this isn’t happening.
Who does he think he is?
I don’t get a text or even a damn call after the flower incident, and he just walks back in with an attitude that he can boss me around.
Ignoring him, I go back to eating my cake. Pretending I can see directly through him. Of course, I can’t.
“Everly, did you damage your hearing since I’ve been gone?” His fingers come into view then lift my chin, so I have to look directly at him.
“You mean for the three days of complete silence?”
He drops my chin then I hear a huff from him as he bends down coming eye-level with me. “Did this upset you?” he asks me like he doesn’t already know the damn answer. I look at him and see no signs of him being a smartass. He’s honestly asking me.
“A text would have been nice.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He stands again. “Now, get dressed.” He takes my cake from my hand and places it on the coffee table behind him.