Fake Halo by Piper Lennox

Author:Piper Lennox [Lennox, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Piper Lennox
Published: 2020-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Four

“Oh...you’re early.”

Ewan wipes his hands on a dishtowel tucked into his belt loop and kisses me, ushering me inside.

“Sorry.” Thirty minutes was the closest I could do, since I’ve spent the last few hours wandering the streets of New York like an ant separated from its line. All I wanted was to calm down so I could think straight, but it didn’t work. Wes’s words keep rumbling in my head.

“No, no, I’m glad you’re here. I got worried when you didn’t answer my texts.” Motioning to the stove, he says, “I started dinner just in case you said yes, but the flat’s still a bit of a mess.”

“I don’t mind.” I reassure him with the brightest smile I can manage.

I shouldn’t have come here. I don’t have to prove a damn thing to anyone, let alone Wes.

What are you trying to prove, exactly?

Either way, Wes will be right about one thing. Whether that’s the fact a guy can actually accept my illness before falling for me...or that Ewan isn’t going to be that guy, I don’t know.

I guess I’m about to find out.

As I tour Ewan’s apartment and relax in the simmering smells, my heartbeat slows. His wonderfully strange accent asks me about my day, and I start to feel glad I took him up on dinner.

So he doesn’t get my brain cranking out wild fantasies my body can’t ignore.

So the feelings I have for him are more of a crush than anything serious.

Better that than a constant braiding of fury and lust, alongside a light switch between Enemies and Friends.

“I’ve missed you,” he says, while we open some wine and wait for our meals to cool. We’re on his balcony. My eyes shut in the breeze, so glad to be in the setting sun and out of Wes’s apartment. Far from his words, and that stare, and all that sunlight where I couldn’t hide.

“You missed me?” I ask, when I look at him again.

“At the dog park. It’s strange, not seeing you in the mornings anymore.” He tastes his wine thoughtfully, eyes narrowing on the tealight he lit between us. “That, uh...that boss of yours doesn’t seem to care for me, much.”

“He doesn’t care for anyone, or vice-versa,” I mutter, and drink my wine with far less ceremony. “Don’t take it personally.”

“Is there.... I suppose I don’t have the right to ask you this, but maybe I do...is there anything going on, between you and him?”

Immediately, I’m reliving the cabana. Our contact in the elevator. His crushing kiss and the fire that ignited in me, watching him release onto my body.

The weird, stupid thrill I got, just from having him call me by my name.

“No.” Everything rattles when I put my empty glass down and push it to him for a refill. “Can we talk about something else?”

We chat throughout the meal. I let Ewan do most of the talking, if only because I can’t stop hearing what Wes said about thirty-day trials and vanilla, stationary sex. Asshole.

Before dessert, Ewan gathers our dishes and takes them in.

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