Chapter 4
“I was thinking about Bret,” I said.
He gazed at me longingly, the weighty smell of his strong breath on mine. I managed a weak smile. He kissed me and lingered on my mouth, his tongue sliding in and out like a long-kept secret he’d hidden until now.
“Don’t blame yourself,” he said, pulling back and holding my stare.
“I’m worried about Bret.”
“You’ve got enough to worry about,” he said. “Don’t let Bret be one of your concerns. Not now.”
“I’m actually happy for him.”
“You’ve done all you can do for him.”
“He’s discovering himself through his mistakes.”
“Reality is hard for a teenage boy.”
I shrugged. “I worry like any parent would for his child.”
“You’d make a wonderful father someday.”
I crumbled into his arms, feeling tears well in the corners of my eyes, stinging.
