me.
“EDDIE!” I yell, not caring who hears.
Molly laughs and shakes her head.
“How much do you really know about him, Gwynn?” she finally asks.
I know he is amazing in bed, I know he has some extremely sexy ink. I know he can run a computer better than I can (or at least I assume it). Other than that… nada.
“Not much, I guess.” I shrug. Who cares if I don’t know his last name or what he does for a living, he still had no reason to look at me with that much hatred over my one statement. “But I can’t stand people that judge others, and that’s exactly what he did. He doesn’t know my past, he doesn’t know loss like I do...”
“You don’t know his past either, Gwynn.” Molly looks at me and shakes her head again. “Why don’t you actually try talking to him when you two are alone, rather than screwing each other’s brains out. It might do some good for both of you.”
“We don’t-”
“Stop. I know the look he gives you all too well. Just take my advice and talk to him before you do anything too rash.” She gives me a quick hug and walks back inside.
I can do that. We can be in the same room without ripping each other’s clothes off, right? I just want him to understand where I was coming from when I told him that. I wasn’t looking for help, I wasn’t telling him I wanted to die today, I was simply explaining why I looked so broken. Because any time my father comes up I get that way. I loved my daddy, and nothing and no amount of time will make me forget how I felt after his death.
Walking back to the table, I slip into my seat and Eddie looks over and grins at me while Tatum rambles on about football. He takes my hand and holds on tight, as if he knows I’m about to bolt instead of facing the hard stuff. I told him I’d give him tonight. If after tonight he still can’t understand how I felt four years ago, I have to let him go. I’ll get an early flight if need be. I need him to understand the loss I was feeling, and I need to know that he doesn’t judge me for my thoughts in the past.
Finally, Tatum stops talking and the table goes silent. Molly is watching Eddie silently while Tatum orders a drink. It’s gotten awkward fast, and now all I really want to do is leave and get this conversation over with. I’m praying we can move forward from this. I’m praying that the vibe I got from Molly earlier was a good vibe. I’m praying that I won’t have to let him go.
“Ready?” His voice in my ear brings me out of my thoughts, and I realize it’s just us sitting at the table. “I think it’s time we head back.”
“Yea, sure. I’m not drinking anything anyway so I’d much rather be back and in my sweats.” I yawn and he laughs.
“Well, I’m damn glad I got to see you in this outfit tonight,” he leans a little closer, giving me chills when his breath hits my neck. “And I’m fucking stoked to get to strip it off you.”
I smile and turn my head to his, giving him a quick kiss before getting out of my seat. Jesus, I can’t be around him for five minutes without wanting to jump him, even in a public place. How the hell am I going to spend a night with him just talking?
Chapter 7
Eddie
The entire wedding I watched her and nothing about her seemed unhappy. She was brilliance in her blue dress. Her hair was perfectly subdued with just enough funk to show her amazing personality. Jesus, even her shoes made me want to fuck her.
Everything about her is exactly what I need, and nothing that I thought I wanted. I don’t care though. I need her like I need air to breathe.
When my mom killed herself, I knew I’d never have a ‘normal’ life. I guess as a kid I grew up with my blinders on. I knew what he did to her, but I didn’t think anything of it because I was a kid, and I didn’t know the ramifications of what he was doing to her until it was too late. Hearing Red talk about wishing her life had ended with her father’s... that broke my heart.
Fuck,