didn’t want to say it out loud, but it was such a vast contrast to Trista’s rotten Harry who was a poor excuse for a human being. Good riddance.
Taylor, just like Bass Cole his best bud, was pretty laid back, though they always gave off that endearing yet hot, sexy swag. I wasn’t sure if it was due to them being schooled in Europe, but it was very interesting indeed.
“Not much on my end, really, just school and whatnot. Quite frankly, it’s nice to have Trista back stateside. As crazy as she is, she’s the reason I’m sane,” he replied.
I admired that trait about him, that he didn’t have a filter. He didn’t hold back when it came to Trista and how much he adored her, no matter how annoying she could be when she didn’t know how to shut her mouth. I supposed that was when you knew it was true love—when a man could love you amidst it all. What more could a girl want?
“I’m glad she’s back, too. It’s good to have someone to bitch to about something, you know? We’re both selfish, aren’t we?” I beamed at him, slightly laughing at ourselves just as Trista strolled into the kitchen with her wet hair tied into a tight bun atop her head.
“I feel like shit,” she declared, giving us a look that shut us both up from our laughter. “But more importantly, I feel like shit because some guy kissed me on my last night in Athens, and I didn’t tell you about it.” Her sorrow-filled face was now openly directed to Taylor who seemed composed yet speechless about what his girlfriend had just confessed out of nowhere.
Okay, I thought to myself as I watched this episode play before me. I wasn’t sure if Taylor was about to combust in anger or if Trista was going to burst into waterworks; however, I felt flighty while, at the same time, my stems were frozen on the spot.
“What else happened, Trista?” Taylor used a cautious tone, though it took a lot out of him to say the words aloud.
My head said this should be discussed between the two of them, without me watching the drama play out, while my mouth watered at the smell of Mongolian Beef that had been wafting it’s aroma from the moment the cute delivery boy had dropped it off. In the end, biting the bottom of my lip, I mumbled an excuse about needing to dash to Carter’s house, but I didn’t think the two even heard me or noticed that I exited the kitchen.
Once out of the house, I took a deep breath before grasping my phone just as my legs directed me towards my destination—back into Brody’s arms.
Maybe for another night…
Sighing, I wasn’t sure what to think of the scene I had witnessed back there. Whatever Trista had done, I knew they could overcome it. I mean, those two adored each other, and it wasn’t like it was premeditated or intentional. Knowing Trista, she’d probably had a little too much to drink before some cute guy decided to kiss her, tongue and all. There was nothing to worry about, really. Those two were solid; I was sure of it.
About a couple of minutes into my trek towards Brody’s place, I was taken aback when I saw him leaning against the side of the entrance door to the house, animatedly talking to Joanna with no one else around.
I stopped, taking in their interaction together, all the while feeling as though he was stabbing me with each word he spoke to her, with the smile he granted her.
Numb inside, I had nothing else to do but retrace my steps back home before I found myself sitting on the steps in the front of the house, wondering what I had done by leaving him without a word this morning.
It was typical Brody move, though, wasn’t it? Move on to the next chick as if nothing happened the night before, as if he hadn’t fucking showed me the world last night.
Thank fuck I didn’t buy into his shit.
That’s right, thank fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The next day was a dull affair with Trista only making it out of her bed to drink and nibble on whatever her hands could grab before heading back to sleep. I wasn’t sure if it was due to jet lag or if she was trying to avoid me, or anyone for that matter. She probably was going through a lot from her fight with