It’s the way Ran spread open your legs so shamelessly over his own, making you face the pink-haired man whilst slender fingers catches on your sensitive bundle of nerves again and again and again until you let out a soft cry. Body squirming against his, “R-Ran! I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to—!”
Derek’s version of flirting was apparently smiling politely while the waitress flirted with him. But while we waited on food I figured I should come clean on everything. Give him an idea of just how fucked I was mentally.
A: I thought Isla told you it was a one time thing.
C: Arthur. I need a real fucking answer.
A: … I told you not to marry her…
C:Fuck!
That wasn’t the answer I expected. Never in all my life did I think he’d say that. He’d only said it outright once… The morning of the wedding… Fucking hell.
A: What about your ring?
C: Don’t tell me it means something to you now.
I: You’ve been quiet the past few days… I’m glad you’ve stopped drinking.
Isla kept talking even when I didn’t say anything back. She always did that. I used to love it but the past four days it had wore on every nerve I’d had left.
I:Where’s your ring?
C: I’ll put it back on if the paternity test proves the kid is mine.
She didn’t have the chance to say a word before the doctor came in.
And a few days later I had my answer.
Derek: Fuckin OOF! … So the kid wasn’t yours?
I shook my head, avoiding looking up from my water.
