The Other Me by Suzanne van Rooyen

Author:Suzanne van Rooyen
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harmony Ink Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Gabriel

THE THC makes my thoughts as sticky as wet tar. It makes muddling through the chaos of my mind like trying to pry apart the strands of a colossal spider’s web. Damn Karla. I should’ve known she’d do something spiteful. That’s what happens when you accidentally break a girl’s heart—or so Dirk says, who got it on good authority from Nandi that I was an idiot for ever thinking Karla didn’t love me. Love—what is that, anyway? A chemical stew in the brain making us idiots.

Treasa’s breath wuffs against my shirt as she snores, and it feels far too nice.

“She okay?” Dirk whispers from the doorway.

“Just passed out.”

“Don’t let her upchuck on my duvet.”

“She wasn’t drinking.”

“Greenies can still get you, man.” He sidles up to the bed and stares down at her. “What you going to do about this?” He gestures to her hand still under my shirt. Her fingers are curled in sleep, her head resting on my chest. No denying the fact that I like the feel of her body pressed against mine, that our skin on skin makes my heart beat faster and the blood pump away from my brain into certain extremities.

“No idea.”

“She’ll be fine. You can leave her for a while.”

“Don’t want to. Karla might shave her head or something.”

“Karla’s just miffed.” He sits on the edge of the bed.

“About what?”

“You using her and discarding her. I warned you that whole friends-with-benefits thing never works out for the guy.”

“You could’ve told me that instead of encouraging me to sleep with her.”

“Didn’t think you’d be that dumb.” Dirk shakes his head sadly.

“So if I listened to you constantly telling me to nail Treasa, that would make me dumb too?”

“An absolute idiot, but it would get you laid.” He grins, and I thump him in the arm, not nearly hard enough for fear of waking Treasa.

“Come on, man. We’re starting the braai.”

“In a minute.”

He shrugs and ambles out of the bedroom.

I run my hand through the spill of red hair across my chest. The curls are tight spirals around my fingers, soft and springy. She must use coconut shampoo, and I breathe deeply, savoring the scent before placing a kiss on her forehead. I’m not sure why I do it; it just seems right.

Extricating my limbs from her grasp takes a minute. She stirs, shuffles into the pillows, and doesn’t wake up. At least I learn from mistakes; there’s no way I’ll do to Treasa what I did to Karla.

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