Why can’t I just be a normal teenager sometimes? “Listen, if this is because of the sex—”
His eyes narrow as he cuts me off with a dangerously calm, “It was more than sex and you know it.” He regains composure quickly and adds, “It was because I support what Mirage is and what you do there. I’m a cop. I know how often people can get off on a technicality. And it’s not right. You fix what I can’t.”
I can’t help it. A part of me is so desperate for contact right now. When I reach out and place my hand on his chest, he wraps an arm around me. He lowers his face as I close my eyes. Our lips close, he runs his nose down mine.
My stomach flutters. But something isn’t there.
He pecks my lips, softly, before pulling me closer and taking my mouth in a deep, controlled kiss.
Hmm.
This isn’t how I remembered it. Eyes closed, an image is suddenly projected in my mind’s eye. Xavier pulling me close in the kitchen, laughing out loud. What little feeling I had towards Marco immediately dissipates.
The hand against his chest pushes and he steps back. He watches me cautiously. “Sorry. Old habits, you know?”
I nod but remain silent.
After a moment, I ask more out of curiosity than anything, “So… you’re letting me go, right?”
He lifts a hand and scratches at his short hair. I learned this is something of a nervous habit for Marco. “Yeah, honey. I’m letting you go.” He looks away and mumbles, “Again.” He walks away from me, but before he hits the street, he turns and states, “If you ever need help, any help at all, you call me. I’m at the precinct. My surname is Watts. Officer Mark Watts.”
As he hits the street, I hear Marco call out an annoyed, “Put it away, Bob. I didn’t hurt her. Fuck, man. Get a grip.”
A car starts then takes off. Not a second later, Bob is by my side, holding me up. “You okay?”
I don’t answer but wrap an arm around his waist as he walks me to the car. We get in and go along our way. Halfway home, Bob asks, “You want to talk about it? Any of it?”
I speak into the window as I lean my forehead on the cool glass. “No. Thanks.”
“Okay. But you know I have to ask.”
“Marco?”
He sighs, “Yeah.”
Feeling bitter at losing my first lover and my best friend to shitty circumstances, I answer a cool, “No need to worry, Father Robert. Our secret is safe.”
“You sure?”
My jaw steels. I respond in an icy tone. “I would bet your life on it.”
We drive the rest of the way in complete silence.
Chapter Fifteen
I smile as I watch Tomas read a hundred miles a minute. He flicks through the pages of his biology textbook in record speed as he sits on the floor¸ gently rocking. The funny thing is that although it looks as though he’s not taking a thing in, I know he is.
Super smart, I think as I shake my head lightly.
Xavier is packing the rest of their things. They didn’t come with much. I know it shouldn’t be taking this long. My chest aches as I wonder whether Xavier is putting off leaving because he wants to stay. In my heart, I believe he wants to stay. That he wants to stay with me.
He’s the first friend I’ve made in years. He’s the first friend I’ve made outside of the church, outside of Mirage, period.
I walk across the room. Without a thought, I open up a juice box and bring it over to Tomas. He takes it without looking up and I smile sadly. We’ve already formed habits over the last week and a half. I’ll be sad to give them up.
Kneeling behind him, I wrap my arms loosely around his neck and he stops rocking. I gently pull him back into me and squeeze him tightly. “I’m going to miss you. Who’s going to feed me soggy cereal now?”
He puffs out a breath I can only assume is an attempt at laughter and pats my hand with his wrist. I press my lips to his cheek and try to ignore the thickness in my throat and the tingling in the bridge of my nose.
I still have Ari. I guess that’s something.
Sniffling, I tell him, “Don’t you let anyone tell you you’re different or that something’s wrong with you. You’re exceptional. You’re smart. And you’re funny. You’ll always have a friend in me, buddy. Always. If you ever need anything, you find a way to get to me.” Standing, I pat his shoulder, “You come visit me when you can.”
My legs straighten and the hairs at the back of my neck stand. I turn and see Xavier in the doorway, holding a black duffle bag. He looks different today. Smartly dressed in blue jeans, a black tee and sneakers. Cleanly shaven, his hair is styled as neatly as I’ve seen it. His eyes drift down to his brother then back up to me. With a jerk of his chin, he places the bag on the ground and opens his arms.
This is a bad idea.
It’s a little known fact that when a woman is emotional, a hug usually tips the scale from I’m okay to dear God, will the pain ever stop.
But I need to be in those arms.
My feet move with a mind of their own till I’m safely cocooned in Xavier’s hold. He wraps one arm around my waist and strokes my arm with the other while resting his chin on my head. There’s something profoundly gentle about this hard man.
He speaks so quietly, my ears strain to hear him. “I know you’re going to think this is bullshit, but you helped me through this.” I bury my nose into his collarbone. I’m rewarded with a gentle squeeze. “You’re a pistol, Cat. I don’t know what I would’ve done without some little spoilt princess to argue with. Ouch!” He jumps away from me, chuckling, after I pinch the skin at his waist.
Grinning from ear to ear, he bites the tip of his tongue and I don’t even try to hide my returning smile. “Well, seems I have something of a magnetic effect towards ass**les, so this friendship was bound to happen.”
His amused gaze turns soft. “You’re pretty cool, you know, for a nun and all.”
I can’t help but tease. “Thought I was a pistol.”
His lip tilts at the corner. “Yeah, we already went through this. You’re a pistol all right. But only for me.”
My face heats.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! When did our teasing become blatant flirting?
And why do I want to flirt back?
It’s probably been a long time since he’s been with a woman. You know, with prison and all. The last time he probably went on a date was with a guy names Bob in the last toilet stall.
My body shudders at the thought.