Like him, do you?Stay away.
I pick a pair of shorts up off the floor and slip them on as Kara’s friend walks out of the room. Shit, what’s her name again?
I don’t want to give Kara the false impression I want her sticking around.
“Last night was fun.” She stretches.
“Yeah,” I mumble as I tie the string of my gym shorts.
“We should do it again,” she hints.
“You know where to find me.” I give her a little smile then walk out of Mac’s bedroom. I’m a total dick, I know. But a good time is about all I’m capable of right now. Judge me if you want, but you know what I’ve been through.
In the living room, Sean is playing touchy-feely with Kara’s friend. I clear my throat as I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. They break apart, and the girl blushes, again. Timid little thing.
Kara walks in a few seconds later with her hair pulled up in a messy bun, bare feet, and a T-shirt that definitely doesn’t belong to her.
She pulls at the shirt and bites her lip like she’s trying to entice me. “Hope you don’t mind. I’ll return it.” “It’s cool.” I take a sip of water. “You can keep it.”
“Oh.” She looks a little disappointed. “Thanks.” She glances over at Sean and her friend. God, what is that girl’s name?
Tara! I remember now. We poked fun at them last night because their names rhymed. We’re twins, and our names don’t even rhyme.
“Ready?” Kara asks. Frustration detectable in her voice.
I’m such a scumbag.
Tara gets up off the couch, hesitant to leave Sean. He follows, trailing behind her to the door. Kara gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, which I barely acknowledge, then walks out.
Yup, super fucking scumbag.
“I’ll call you,” Sean tells Tara, right before he grabs her ass so hard he nearly pulls her off the floor. He kisses her goodbye like he’s trying to rub it in her friend’s face.
Which, knowing him, he probably is.
When they break apart, Tara looks like she needs an oxygen mask. Her eyes are starry, and her breath is weak.
“Okay,” she manages right before she stumbles out the door.
Sean slams it shut behind her.
“You really gonna call her?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Maybe, if the moment strikes.”
“It’s not nice to lead her on.”
“Oh, as opposed to you, who just pretends like last night never happened?”
“I don’t give false hope.”
“You’re never going to get your shirt back now.” Sean starts snooping through the few cabinets in the kitchen. “Got any food?”
“It was Mac’s shirt,” I inform him smugly.
Sean laughs, and then elatedly pulls out a box of Lucky Charms. “Sweet.”
I pull out two bowls and some spoons. Sean pours. It’s just like when we were growing up. You know, when we actually had cereal to eat.