Love Tap(28)

“No, I have it under control Tatum.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms.

I scoff, irritated.

“You need to get away from him. Are you living with him?”

She grabs the ends of her hair, mindlessly playing with it. “Yeah,” she mutters.

“Leave. Go stay with Dad,” I demand, not ask. I bite my inner cheek as the urge to shake some sense into my sister becomes overwhelming.

“Speaking of Dad, he was asking me to come to dinner tomorrow night,” she changes the topic.

“So?” I don’t like where this is going.

“So, I can’t remember the last time we all sat down and had a dinner together.” She raises her brows, looking at me pointedly.

Rubbing the temples of my suddenly aching head, I sigh. Dinner with my dad is nothing short of a disaster, I know it. “Do it for me,” she whines.

I hate when she does that, I can’t tell her no.

“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”

She gives a curt nod. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” Smiling she heads off back towards Dad’s.

“Looks like she’s still a mess.” Looking over my shoulder Chloe is leaning against the door with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Yeah, she is. This guy she is seeing, I’d like to get my hands on him.” My fingers flex on their own thinking about giving the * what he’s been giving my fragile sister. She’s a hippie, who wants to hit a hippie?

The sky thunders, as dark clouds slowly blanket over us. Looks like a bad storm is rolling in.

“I gotta get to the gym. I don’t want to be late. Who knows what Debs would do.”

“Hey, the camel called, it wants its toe back.” Chloe points down at my crotch laughing. Glancing down I notice I have a huge camel toe. Shit.

Hurrying back inside I pass a giggling Chloe.

“Shut up,” I snap playfully.

“Hey, it’s better me than someone else!”

After changing into a different pair of yoga pants, I pass Chloe sitting on the front steps and head toward my car.

“Knock ‘em dead!”



Camden



The blinds are ripped open and Kaley’s perfume fills the room.

Groaning I flip over and hear an audible gasp escape her mouth.

“Um, good God!” she chokes on her words.

Smiling I open one eye and find a blushing Kaley looking anywhere but at me and my saluting morning wood.

“Why good morning Kaley, so good of you to come in my room first thing in the morning,” I casually state.

“I’m here to assist, um.” She brings a clipboard up over her face.

“Oh, you want to assist me?” I tease.

“NO! What I meant was…”

Flustered she throws her hands at her sides and storms out of the room.

“Just get some pants on and meet me in the kitchen!”

After having a good laugh I peel myself out of bed and grab some gym shorts. My hard cock sporting an impressive tent. Ever since it found out Tate was back in town, it’s hardly soft anymore.

Bracing my hands on each side of the window seal I glance out at that gloomy sky. I sigh, preparing myself for the gym today.

Tatum Fucking Davis. My Achilles heel.

You think being in love hurts? Try falling in love at the age of seven. Tate was a girl that breathed fire and laughter. Everyone else just seemed cold and dull compared to her. She made me fall in love with her.

Pushing off the window I stride into the kitchen and find Kaley pouring a cup of coffee.

“First things first,” she digs in.

“No, no, and no. There, that was easy.” I grab my cracked cup from her, and she scowls.

“I get it, no to everything. But, I did want to let you know that rent is due to this fine establishment.”

“Get the movers to move it to my parents’ place.” My stomach twists thinking about being so close to Tate. I’m not sure if it’s a good feeling, or bad. I can’t stop thinking about her and it pisses me off.

I don’t think I can ever forgive her. However, I find myself more eager to get to the gym than usual.

“Ok, you got it. When do you want to be moved in by?”

“Tonight.”

“Um, really?”

Looking over my shoulder I pinch my brows together.

“Problem?”

She shakes her head anxiously.

“No, not at all. Your,” she looks at my boxes, “things will be at your parents’ place by tonight.”

“Good.”





Chapter Eight


14 Years Old

Tate



Lying in bed I can hear my mother and father talking through the thin wall.

“No, I don’t want the girls to know. Not yet.” My mother insists in a hushed voice.

“Marlow, they can sense these things. I read it in a pamphlet, you need to tell them.”

“No, I’m not dead yet and I won’t have my girls looking at me like I’m already gone!”

I squeeze the pillow, my eyes stinging with the urge to cry. I knew my mother was sick. She has been carted to doctor appointment after doctor appointment after she fainted in the kitchen last month. Her and Dad have been distant, keeping secrets from Journey and I. I expected the worst, and those expectations were just exceeded.