Brennan was holding her arm but she reached out to me, “I’m really ok here, Zander. Thanks for your concern.”
Her soft hand on my arm made my thoughts go away. Her voice was sending me to overdrive. Here she was, a girl I’ve met a couple of hours ago, messing with my head and emotions. I had no right to be territorial of her but I could not help myself. Adding insult to my messed-up possessive instincts towards her, she belonged to Mr. All American Boy who looked like he was ready to pounce on me. Probably the same degree I wanted to pound on his ass.
“Come on, babe. We can talk outside,” Brennan urged her.
She nodded her head, but before she stepped away from me, she said, “I’m not his lady, girlfriend, whatever. Not anymore.”
I knew Brennan heard what she said because his face changed from smirking to angry. That was the last of my concern. When I heard her say that, my body felt the beat of the music rocking the club. I wanted to pump my fists to my chest and scream, “Yeehaw.” My status would go to total doofus in my friends’ eyes. She might have said she wasn’t ready for anything right now. But she was giving me an ‘in’. Maybe, she was also feeling something between us.
Sedona
Why did I say that to Zander?
I could have just left with Brennan, but I felt a pull towards Zander. His voice was deceptively calm; yet, he radiated with anger. I saw the glare in his eyes switched to almost-fury when Brennan called me his lady. There was no use denying the attraction between us. I felt all sorts of emotions when the woman in the red mini-dress hugged and talked to Zander.
Trying to deflect the tension between tall, huge guys was difficult. Somehow, I managed to avoid a commotion. I did not want to have this conversation with Brennan, especially in this environment, but the situation called for it.
For some unknown reason, I did not want Zander to think I was Brennan’s lady so I said it. His blue-green gaze smoldered and he tipped his chin. My hand was still on his arm, but I let go because Brennan was already pulling me towards the club’s back exit.
Once outside, I waited for Brennan to say something.
Before I knew it, he hugged me and softly said, "I'm so sorry, Sedona."
I sensed his remorse. I heard it in his voice. I let him hug me. When I peered at him, I saw the pained look in his eyes, under th e dimly lit alley.
He repeated himself, "I'm so, so sorry," without releasing me from his hug.
My back stiffened, my voice was numb from any emotions. I asked, "Why?"
He was not dumb. He had a 3.8 GPA in high school. I helped him with his college applications. He knew I was referring to her , the bimbo in his bed.
He swallowed, "She was nothing, and it was just that one time. I don’t know why I did it. I guess because you've had me waiting for a while and she was available. It just happened."
I had no energy and no drive to be mad or angry at him. I only felt a sense of loss - a loss of friendship. I thought that all this time, he understood why I wanted us to wait before we had sex. From the beginning of our relationship, I made it clear to him that I wanted it to be the right time and I honestly thought he felt the same way.
"It's ok." I said, pulli ng away from him.
"We're ok?" He asked, his eyes coming to life.
"Yeah, we're ok." I nodded and continued, “I’m not going to be telling anyone about why we broke up because that is none of their business. But, Brennan, please accept that fact.”
"Broke up?" His voice unbelieving.
"Yes, Brennan."
"I thought yo u said we're ok?"
"Yes, we're ok, as in, broken up. It has been a month, Brennan."
"I really like you, Sed. I don't want us breaking up."
"Well, you should've thought of that before you dropped your underwear.” On the day I made a surprise visit to Brennan’s apartment, I was the one who was caught in a
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