Fractured Freedom(61)
Nothing would be enough when I didn’t have her, and I knew I never could. I was able to kill a man with my bare hands and walk back to my room to fuck a girl who was so sweet she should be given a ticket to heaven without hesitation.
I didn’t deserve that, and she didn’t deserve me sticking around to remind her of the pain we caused one another.
I got her for another week or two and that was it.
“I’m going to go enjoy Old San Juan, Cade. Make sure that no men come near us,” I grumbled.
Cade had been watching us long enough for me to know we were safe exploring, especially when most everyone thought we weren’t tied to Izzy’s operation.
I got ready and texted Delilah.
Me: It’s hot out and we’re walking the roads. Wear something comfortable.
Delilah: I have the perfect thing.
Me: Giving you five minutes to be ready to go. I worked out. You should have come with.
Delilah: You didn’t invite me.
I didn’t invite her because I would have fucked her in the gym. My cold shower put me on my best behavior to knock on her adjoining room door, though.
“Coming,” she announced and whipped the door open with a bright smile on her face. Her hazel eyes twinkled with mischief, and when I looked down, I knew exactly why.
“Delilah Hardy …” I murmured as my eyes tracked down her body. She wore what looked like one yellow strap which wrapped around her neck, crisscrossed so that one side covered each breast, and then I guessed it tied in the back.
No bra.
No coverage of her midsection.
Her skirt was long and flowy and yellow and so thin I knew her ass would jiggle just right under it when she walked.
“You like it?” She spun in the doorway, and her dress flared out around her. “I bought it at a shop downstairs and thought it was something I’d never wear back home, something no one would expect me to wear. When I tried it on, the cashier said I looked beautiful.” When I didn't say anything, her face started to change. “Is it too much?” she asked, her hands wringing in front of her bare stomach like she had anything to worry about.
Would it have been wrong for me to tell her it was too much for the world?
Being a friend and doing this Eat Pray Love shit was going to kill me. I already knew it.
“You look beautiful, Lamb. If you see me glaring at a man today, I’m just keeping them in line, okay?”
She beamed and waved me in. “This isn’t going to be weird, is it? We probably shouldn’t have slept together.”
I smirked at how she let the words tumble out of her as she packed up her purse to head out.
“You nervous we can’t be friends after we shared our secrets and I licked your—”
“Dante, that’s not allowed,” she cut me off.
“I joke with my friends.”
“You friends with all the girls you’ve slept with?” she inquired, her cheeks flushing.
“If you’re jealous, the answer is yes.”
She rolled her eyes and asked what was on the agenda first. I guided her through the hotel and told her we would go shopping. She needed to see the little places I'd shopped while searching for her trinkets over the years.
The girl I’d lusted over was finally shopping with me for things I had to guess she’d like when I was overseas. She stopped at every little knickknack to ooh and aah over it, but she surprised me when she picked up a small gold wolf with green eyes.
“It’s you,” she murmured and proceeded to turn to the cashier and haggle over the price.
The piece was inexpensive to begin with, but she got it down to what she wanted by smiling and telling the guy this was the only thing she’d wanted to find today and he had it, that his shop was exactly what she’d been looking for.
The shop played Puerto Rican music and connected to a little restaurant in the back that smelled like sweet plantains and olive oil. At one point, a girl about the cashier’s age came to the front to smile at us both and offer us a lemonade drink, one that was more sour and authentic than the sweet lemonades back home. Of course, Delilah had no problem paying full price for that.
When we left with our drinks, she squealed, “I always wanted to do that. It’s so rude.”
“What’s rude?” We walked down the cobblestone street, and she stopped to pet a stray cat.
“To haggle. I left a big tip for our drinks, so I’m hoping that made up for it.”
“You left a … You got your wolf fair and square, Lilah.”
“Even so, I wanted the experience.” She smiled and walked on.
It was that part of her that made her better than anyone I’d ever known. She wanted to be good to everyone and wanted to be her best self always—even when no one was looking.
“Anyone ever told you that you might be too sweet?”
She hummed and then shrugged. “Anyone ever tell you that you might be too charming?”
I smirked and pointed down the road. Homes colored green, pink, light blue, and yellow lined the street. “Maybe a time or two. I’ve been called just about everything with the life I’ve lived.”
She nodded and stared down the road. “I’m jealous that you’ve had so much experience in just one life.”
“Sometimes it feels like I’m living about ten in one.”