Two hours.
Two f*****g hours later, I finally hear the bikes coming up the driveway, then hear all three of them laughing while walking into the house. I don’t look up from my spot in the living room where I’ve been since Holden walked out. I don’t need to see them to know what has happened. I went through every emotion sitting here alone.
Jealousy.
Anger.
Sadness.
And the one I don’t want to admit, curiosity.
They all stumble into the living room about thirty minutes later, freshly showered. I just sit and glare at the tv.
“Your face is going to get stuck like that,” Les quips, jerking the remote from my hand and flopping on the chaise, stealing Gage’s spot. He squeezes himself beside her and the arm of the couch, making himself comfortable. Leo sits on her other side, just as f***
