Secret Lucidity(105)
When we step into the house, Micah and Trent are already back and scarfing down a couple of gyros.
“Food’s in the bag,” Trent says around a mouthful of lamb.
Adaline turns to Micah. “I’m going to head out, if that’s okay?”
“You sure?”
She gives him some lame excuse about being tired, and he walks her out to her car before coming back to the table and picking up his half-eaten gyro. “So, what the hell were the two of you doing out on the dock?” he says with heavy insinuation. “Looked cozy.”
I laugh him off. “Shut the fuck up.”
“She’s hot,” Trent adds.
“Yeah, and she also lives in a big ass house that sits right on Bayshore Avenue.”
“You’ve been over to her house?”
“I’m her fucking pool cleaner, Micah.”
“Who the fuck cares?” he says, completely detached from the reality I live in. The kind of reality where girls like her have no business being with guys like me. Not to mention the embarrassment of her knowing that I don’t come from this world.
A world filled with ease and prosperity.
A world where your last name and address is all you need to have respect spilled at your feet.
A world I shouldn’t be a part of, but because of Micah’s father, I am.
“I care. Plus, I don’t want to intrude on whatever it is you have going on with her,” I tell him, curious as to what their relationship actually is, even though I know better to care.
“Dude, nothing’s going on. She’s a down girl, that’s all.” He takes another bite of food and gives me a pointed look. “Plus, I’m working on my own thing. A Tampa Prep chick.”
“Sounds pretentious. Does she know what she’s getting herself into?”
“Stop talking,” he laughs, shoving his hand into the Louis Pappas sack, pulling out a gyro, and tossing it my way. “Eat, pretty boy.”
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First, let me start by saying, this book is my whole heart. Never have I fallen in love with two characters as much as I have with Cam and David. But this book wasn’t all me. So, let me take this moment to recognize everyone who assisted me this is beautiful love story.
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