is?”
“Oh here we go.”
“I think the problem is that he has too much damn respect for
you.”
“How is that a problem?”
“Because if he didn’t, he would’ve already shoved you against
the wall and stuck his tongue in your mouth.”
I swallowed. “Do you think so?”
“I know so,” she said, draining her drink. “And if your mouth
weren’t so full of bullshit excuses, there might actually be room for it.”
Chapter 6: Aiden
When Chelsea got home, I was ready and waiting.
“Hey, babe,” she said when she saw me on the couch.
She was in skin tight jeans and a halter top.
“Hi,” I said, leaning back on the couch. “I hope you didn’t give
any of Grandma Rose’s friends a heart attack wearing something like that to
volunteer.
She laughed. “No, I wore a t-shirt over this when I was there
and then took it off on my way home.” She plopped her bag down on the table. “I
can’t believe how hot it’s been all day, can you?”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I said. “I had other things on my mind.”
“Oh really?” she asked, pulling a bottle of water out of the
fridge. “Like what?”
“First tell me how your Grandma is doing.”
Chelsea took a big sip of water and then held the bottle on the
back of her neck. “She’s good. Really good.”
“And all her friends at the nursing home?”
“Great.”
I pursed my lips and nodded.
“Why do you ask?”
“That’s a good question.” I leaned forward and put my elbows on
my knees. “I guess because I thought there was a teensy chance you might tell
me the truth.”
“What?”
“But since that didn’t happen, I’ll give you another try.” I
fixed my eyes on hers. “Where were you today?”
“I told you. I was volunt-”
I raised a hand. “I’m going to have to stop you there.”
She lowered the bottle of water down beside her.
“See, I decided to surprise you earlier.”
“Oh?” She walked around the counter and hoisted herself up on
one of the bar stools.
“Yeah, I thought it had been too long since I paid Grandma Rose
a visit.”
She swallowed.
“So I went to the nursing home, and you’ll never believe who I
saw there.”
“Who?” she asked.
“Not you.”
“Look, Aiden. I can explain.”
“Great. Now would be a good time.”
She looked down at her lap.
“Are you trying to think of a lie or-”
Her eyes started to well up with tears. “I was organizing a
surprise for you, okay? But now everything is ruined.”
“That’s sweet,” I said. “And what about all the other times you
were volunteering over the last few months? Were you organizing a
special surprise for me then, too? Because Grandma Rose said she hasn’t seen
you since March.”
She froze.
“And I checked my text messages, and you’ve volunteered at least
eight times since then.”
She stared at me without blinking.
“And you’ve slept over at Bianca’s even more times than that.”
She pursed her lips.
I stood up. “So whatever the surprise is, he must be really
special.”
“You’ve got it all wrong.”
“Who is he?” I asked, stepping up in front of her.
“There is no he.”
“Come on, Chelsea. I think as your boyfriend I have a right to
know who the fuck you’ve been wearing your black panties for.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“I would never cheat on y-”
I slammed my fist down on the counter. “Enough!”
She leaned back.
I flattened my hand and took a deep breath. “Enough of your
bullshit already,” I said. “Aren’t you tired of putting on this charade? Just
fucking tell me what I already know.”
She shook her head.
“Tell me.”
“It was just one time.”
“With how many guys?” I asked.
“How dare you!”
“No,” I said. “How dare you! I trusted you. With everything.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes I did.”
Her lips formed a straight line. “You might’ve trusted me with
your money and your car keys and your family, but you never trusted me with
your