heart of hearts, I want to be married, I want to have
kids. I’ll be twenty-nine before I get married. Would I rather
marry Scout than Creed? Well, if I were standing at a crossroads
and both of them were there, yeah…I would choose Scout in a
heartbeat.
Does that make me an awful person? Does that
mean I should break off my engagement? One week before my wedding
is my twenty-ninth birthday. Shit…then I’m thirty, then my ovaries
are really going to start putting up a fight and kissing me
good-bye. I don’t even know if I can get pregnant. Maybe we are
really only meant to be friends.
“Wow, that was some daydream you just got
lost in,” Scout said. “You’re still holding your shot…you sure you
want that?”
“Yeah.” I slam it back. I need to stop
thinking. I need to get drunk with my friend and stop any further
thought. So that’s exactly what I proceed to do. I drink, eat
coconut Chiclet cake, open all the plastic bubbles and fall asleep
laughing my ass off just like I’ve done a thousand other times with
my very best friend.
I want him, all of him. The problem is, if
that’s what he wants—all of me, to know every inch of me—it’ll
never happen. He thinks he does know all of me, but he never will.
No one will.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TESS
“Sooo…Creed and Liberty are both in town?
I’ll bet that’s not awkward for you and Scout.”
Rox and I are having a little pre-party
drink at Scout’s bar, The Devil’s Tongue. My hands are shaking, I’m
so nervous. I’m seeing Creed for the first time in a month, which
is not unusual. It’s just I’m coming off of a few succulent kisses
with my best friend, wondering if Creed will sense my vibe of
weirdness. Roxanne sure does.
Scout and I have managed to avoid each other
all week, mostly on my account. Technically I’ve been working my
tail off with all the new photos for his holographic concert tour.
Basically I’m playing paper dolls with his mostly nude body all
day. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t occasionally one-handed.
“Rox, don’t. I’m a wreck already. Creed’s
here for two days, flying in on his jet just to see me before my
bachelorette party. Maybe he’s wants to surprise me for my
twenty-ninth? I’m not asking. I have no idea why Liberty is in town
this week. Scout told me she was on tour.”
“Maybe he’s cutting her loose…putting her
out to pasture, you know.”
“And maybe he’s not.”
“What do you want him to do?”
“How the hell should I know? I’m getting
married in two weeks. Two weeks.”
“So we’re all gonna hang out tonight like
we’re chummy buddies? Again, that’s not awkward at all. Creed will
love the concert, right? This is gonna be some fun to witness.”
“Ha ha! Actually Scout thought it would be
cool for Liberty to see, and he thinks Creed is being an idiot for
not using my technology—he thinks Creed should see it live in
action. Even though I know Creed will just snicker. He’s just not
into the concept.”
“Well, no shit. It doesn’t exactly afford
him the opportunity for hundreds of concert babes to throw
themselves at his feet or give him the chance to go back to his
dressing room to get high, now does it?”
“You are such a bitch. That’s my fiancé
you’re talking shit about.”
“Oh, please! Get your head out of your ass
already. I meant it all wrapped in love, sugar, and bacon. You know
I like Creed. Okay, that’s a lie. I do like looking at him,
though.”
“Stop talking. You’re making my stomach
sour.”
“Fine. Let’s talk bachelorette party! So,
since Scout and Striker are coming, we should all play strip poker,
right? The girls will love getting all naked in front of those two
man-pops.”
“ No! We are not playing strip poker
at my bachelorette party. No.”
“What about skinny-dipping in the hot tub?
Or are you going to get all Liberty Storm on me and not want to get
your pussy all wet?”
“Shut up! I love skinny-dipping. I’m
kids. I’ll be twenty-nine before I get married. Would I rather
marry Scout than Creed? Well, if I were standing at a crossroads
and both of them were there, yeah…I would choose Scout in a
heartbeat.
Does that make me an awful person? Does that
mean I should break off my engagement? One week before my wedding
is my twenty-ninth birthday. Shit…then I’m thirty, then my ovaries
are really going to start putting up a fight and kissing me
good-bye. I don’t even know if I can get pregnant. Maybe we are
really only meant to be friends.
“Wow, that was some daydream you just got
lost in,” Scout said. “You’re still holding your shot…you sure you
want that?”
“Yeah.” I slam it back. I need to stop
thinking. I need to get drunk with my friend and stop any further
thought. So that’s exactly what I proceed to do. I drink, eat
coconut Chiclet cake, open all the plastic bubbles and fall asleep
laughing my ass off just like I’ve done a thousand other times with
my very best friend.
I want him, all of him. The problem is, if
that’s what he wants—all of me, to know every inch of me—it’ll
never happen. He thinks he does know all of me, but he never will.
No one will.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TESS
“Sooo…Creed and Liberty are both in town?
I’ll bet that’s not awkward for you and Scout.”
Rox and I are having a little pre-party
drink at Scout’s bar, The Devil’s Tongue. My hands are shaking, I’m
so nervous. I’m seeing Creed for the first time in a month, which
is not unusual. It’s just I’m coming off of a few succulent kisses
with my best friend, wondering if Creed will sense my vibe of
weirdness. Roxanne sure does.
Scout and I have managed to avoid each other
all week, mostly on my account. Technically I’ve been working my
tail off with all the new photos for his holographic concert tour.
Basically I’m playing paper dolls with his mostly nude body all
day. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t occasionally one-handed.
“Rox, don’t. I’m a wreck already. Creed’s
here for two days, flying in on his jet just to see me before my
bachelorette party. Maybe he’s wants to surprise me for my
twenty-ninth? I’m not asking. I have no idea why Liberty is in town
this week. Scout told me she was on tour.”
“Maybe he’s cutting her loose…putting her
out to pasture, you know.”
“And maybe he’s not.”
“What do you want him to do?”
“How the hell should I know? I’m getting
married in two weeks. Two weeks.”
“So we’re all gonna hang out tonight like
we’re chummy buddies? Again, that’s not awkward at all. Creed will
love the concert, right? This is gonna be some fun to witness.”
“Ha ha! Actually Scout thought it would be
cool for Liberty to see, and he thinks Creed is being an idiot for
not using my technology—he thinks Creed should see it live in
action. Even though I know Creed will just snicker. He’s just not
into the concept.”
“Well, no shit. It doesn’t exactly afford
him the opportunity for hundreds of concert babes to throw
themselves at his feet or give him the chance to go back to his
dressing room to get high, now does it?”
“You are such a bitch. That’s my fiancé
you’re talking shit about.”
“Oh, please! Get your head out of your ass
already. I meant it all wrapped in love, sugar, and bacon. You know
I like Creed. Okay, that’s a lie. I do like looking at him,
though.”
“Stop talking. You’re making my stomach
sour.”
“Fine. Let’s talk bachelorette party! So,
since Scout and Striker are coming, we should all play strip poker,
right? The girls will love getting all naked in front of those two
man-pops.”
“ No! We are not playing strip poker
at my bachelorette party. No.”
“What about skinny-dipping in the hot tub?
Or are you going to get all Liberty Storm on me and not want to get
your pussy all wet?”
“Shut up! I love skinny-dipping. I’m
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