Summer and Smoke (The Bullets Book 2) by Coralee June

Author:Coralee June [June, Coralee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

We spent the next day pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist. Blaise was determined to distract me. If he wasn’t ordering every pizza in town to convince me that pineapple wasn’t a topping, he was bending me over his kitchen table and exploring my body. Blaise was leaving me so tired that I couldn’t fight to stay awake, let alone obsess over the fact that Callum hadn’t called me back.

But oh did I obsess in the little moments. Every second between bliss, I found myself pacing the floors and itching to call Callum. Was he okay? Was he hurting? Did he need me?

Why didn’t he need me?

Wasn’t that what love was? Leaning on the people that cared for you? In those little blinks of time between Blaise’s kisses and Nix’s laughter, I wondered if love was enough, or if that’s even what was between us.

Nix didn’t invite any more guests over but kept winking at Blaise from across the loft, making sure to drag his eyes up and down his body before laughing loudly at my boyfriend’s flustered expression. Yes—my boyfriend. I had a moment of giddy teenage anticipation, and I announced that I would start calling him that.

“That makes what we have feel...less. Is there a better word than boyfriend?” Blaise had asked. I tried to think of how to answer him. Husband didn’t feel right. My mind associated marriage with my parents—a burden of expectations and regret. And Blaise and I were much more than that. Maybe there wasn’t a word for what we were. So I called him my boyfriend when I actually meant whatever word felt like forever.

Nix and Blaise’s dynamic was fun and playful, their friendship felt unique and revolved around me, and it was nice to see my two best friends getting along so well. Gavriel called us on the second morning. “Sunshine, if I don’t see you soon, I’ll lose it,” he grumbled into the phone. I pictured him at his mahogany desk, running his shaky hands through his black hair while puffing out air in exasperation.

“What have you been up to?” I asked while untangling myself from Blaise’s arms. Every night, he held me close, nuzzling me as I checked my phone for calls from Callum. We were still in the spare bedroom. It had become our haven of sorts, the one place where we didn’t bother ourselves with talk of Callum or the troubles ahead of us. Blaise had constantly referenced jokes about our bodies doing the talking, but it was right. Every time I doubted myself, I earned a kiss. Blaise fucked away the little creeping insecurities that kept whispering to me that I wasn’t enough.

“Ryker received a fight challenge from one of Santobello’s men. His personal trainer wants him in Vegas tonight,” Gavriel said as I made my way to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

“Is that a bad thing?” I wasn’t sure how these fight challenges worked, but I needed to learn fast. I was carving out a routine for our little unconventional family.

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