whole world is spinning faster than I can keep up.”
I put my arm around her and then moved behind her.
I stood her up tall and wrapped my arms around her.
“Deep breath and make the world slow,” I whispered. “Just answer the question without thinking… do you want to meet your birth parents?”
“Yes,” she said.
“So then what’s the worry?”
“That’s not fair,” she said. “I’m no thinking clearly.”
“I think you are,” I said. “You have every right to know the truth. Your mother wanted you to know this. It sucks she decided to tell you after her death, but at least you know the truth. It doesn’t take away what you had with your mother. She was a good person, Bree. And I am so sorry that she’s gone.”
“She liked you,” Bree said. “She always liked you. Which surprised me. Because you were the biggest jerk ever.”
“She liked me because she knew I’d never let anyone hurt you. And I didn’t.”
“Until you left.”
Bree put her head back to my chest.
“Well, then you need to make a list,” I said.
“A list?”
“Every guy that hurt you,” I said. “I’ll track them down and punch them in the jaw for you.”
“What if it’s a really long list?”
I swallowed hard. “Then I’ll be a busy guy.”
Bree laughed. “I’m glad we can talk like this, Sab.”
“Me too.”
“I’m going to figure this out.”
“I can always help,” I said. “Use me, Bree.”
She looked up at me. “I think I just did.”
I smiled.
It was a rock star’s dream.
A beautiful woman in my arms, after sex, her admitting she used me for sex…
“I’m tired,” Bree whispered.
“Then let’s get you to bed, babe,” I said.
I picked her up and she let out a yelling cry and laughed.
I carried her back into the bedroom and gently placed her down on the bed.
“Close your eyes,” I said.
“You know I love you, right, Sab?” Bree asked.
Her eyes were already starting to flutter.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I love you too, Bree.”
I covered her up and walked away from the bed.
When I saw her bags on the floor, open, I crouched down and found the letter from her mother.
I understood why she was confused.
It was a bombshell to leave behind.
Bree would never be able to talk to her mother about it. Ever.
But she had me.
I wanted her to know that too.
I wasn’t there as just a friend. Or just a rock star. Or just some guy she could fuck.
I wanted…
More.
16
BREE
I was stuck halfway between a dream and waking up.
I felt the sun hitting my face because we apparently forgot to close the mechanical blinds in the bedroom. At the same time, I was in this dream where Sab was… between my legs.
His tongue. Flickering. Tasting me.
Making it known that I tasted good.
My cheeks burned red hot.
It was hotter between my legs though.
I had never felt a man do what he…
My eyes opened and I popped up on my elbows.
I looked down at myself.
I was in a hoodie.
I had panties on.
I looked around the room.
Sab wasn’t in bed with me.
That didn’t mean… we…
I took a slow breath.
I sat up and touched my cheeks.
My face was red hot, just like in the dream that wasn’t a dream.
That was a fucking memory.
Sab and I…
Fucked.
I threw the covers off my body and climbed out of the bed.
Yesterday’s whiskey was today’s headache, and that thing hit me hard.
The sun felt blinding, like nails being pushed into my eyes.
I managed to get myself fresh clothes and I ran to the bathroom.
I only turned on the small light in the shower itself.
It was bright enough to see and dim enough that it didn’t hurt to open my eyes.
As I showered and my hands touched my body, I thought about Sab.
The places he touched.
The places he kissed.
Those moments we could never take back…
I shut my eyes and stepped under the amazing shower head and held my breath.
I finished the shower and told myself the night was gone. Which it was. It was a new day. I was showered. What was done was done.
I dried off and got into fresh clothes.
I expected to see Sab waiting for me in bed…
Sitting on the bed with his jeans unbuttoned. Leaning back. Showing off his amazing body. That smirk on his face, knowing how good he is with his tongue and his cock…
The room was empty and I chased away the thoughts.
But I couldn’t avoid Sab for long.
I was in his house.
And we had to talk about last night.
Sab wasn’t shirtless when I found him outside.
He