Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(80)

His mouth opens but nothing comes out for a few seconds, I think he must have heard of them. “Fuck, f*ckin’ hell, your brothers that Marley, shit, I had no idea. My sister loves them, she’s been to see them a few times, I’ve got a couple of their albums here, they’re really good.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, they’ve done well, I’ve barely seen Marls these past four years, we, I, I’ve had a few problems and we haven’t really spoke but he came over to my Mum’s and stayed last night, I think we’ve sorted things out now.”

My heart is hammering in my chest; I can’t believe I’m talking about this. “Is he the one that hurt you George, did he buy you the necklace?” He gestures toward my throat and I realise my hand is there, over the letter G at my throat. I drop it down into my lap and shake my head.

“No, no he didn’t, not on purpose, it’s complicated, I just, I’m not ready to go there yet.”

It suddenly occurs to me that he still hasn’t told me how old he is. “How old are you Cam?”

He blows out a deep sigh and looks around the room. “I’m thirty, I had no idea you were only twenty, f*ck, no wonder Bailey went mental, I didn’t realise you were only twenty, I had you pegged at about twenty five.”

“Is it a problem then, is my age a problem?” He shakes his head; he suddenly looks very young and very vulnerable as he looks up at me through his lashes.

“Does my age bother you?”

I shake my head. “No,” I say it like it’s the most ridiculous statement ever.

“Will you tell me a bit about your family now?” I ask.

“What dya wanna know?”

I think about this for a second. “What’s your sister’s name?”

He folds his arms across his chest and rests his wine glass in the crook; I’m not sure if this is a defensive stance or if he’s just getting comfortable. “My sister’s name is Tory; my brothers are Robbie and Josh, nothing as unusual as your lot. My Mum’s Scottish so they’re all a bit traditional.”

“I like them, they’re nice names. How old are your brothers?”

“Robbie’s thirty four; Josh is twenty eight and Tory’s twenty one.”

“Yeah, I remember Tory’s birthday, the twenty fourth of September.”

“How’d you know that?” He asks, frowning.

“Because you came in the shop and bought her a shit load of stuff remember? You told me it was her twenty-first on the Saturday.”

“Fuck, you’ve got a good memory.”

“Not really, it’s my birthday too.”

“What is?’ He narrows his eyes as his frown deepens.

“My birthday is the twenty fourth of September, the same as your sister’s.”

“Really?’

“No, I lied; just to make conversation coz you’re boring the f*ck out of me.” I hold a serious face for about five seconds. “Of course really you twat.” I laugh. He doesn’t.

“Oh Kitten, you will f*ckin pay for that.” Oh shit. He puts his glass down and then takes mine from me; he takes my hand and pulls me along the sofa and between his legs. I lace my fingers across his chest and look up at him. “Are you going to let me f*ck you tonight or what? Because I am just about ready to explode here.”

“I thought you were punishing me for calling you a twat.”

“Yeah I am, I will, I just need to know if I’m gonna get a shag tonight first.”