The Girl in the Front Row by Kelsey Kingsley

Author:Kelsey Kingsley [Kingsley , Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-20T23:00:00+00:00

Me: Hey. I’m a dick, okay? I never said I wasn’t, but I’m sorry.

Then, assuming it was good enough, I climbed out of the car and went into my house to eat a dinner I no longer wanted.

And then I wrote a song.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Lennon

When I had been thirteen, a boy I had believed to be the love of my life resorted to online bullying to thwart any further flirting. He called me a blind bitch and blocked my AOL screen name, and after I spent too many nights crying, I had decided he was no longer worth my tears.

Nobody deserved to be talked to that way, not even twenty-nine-year-old me, and it was that same belief that kept me from replying to Dylan.

I could find excuses for his weeks-long silence or his disgruntled attitude. But to speak to me in the way that he had, there was no logical excuse for it, and no apology could settle the nauseous feeling in my gut.

Peter didn’t ask many questions after I walked through the door of his condo. He was curious about the guy who had dropped me off, and surely, he had recognized him from Cassie and Stephen’s wedding—the piercings and tattoos would’ve given him away. But all he asked was if I was okay and if he needed to kick some ass, which I appreciated. But I told him no, that it was fine and that I’d only gotten into a stupid fight with my friend. Then, the subject was brushed under the rug, as it usually was when I spoke of Dylan to anybody.

But even after Peter and I enjoyed a quick dinner of Chinese takeout, a movie we both loved, and sex on his couch, the sting of Dylan’s despicable questions and accusations sat uncomfortably in a twist of nerves and an inability to find peace in Peter’s arms.

I tossed and turned between attempts to find distraction by reading on my phone until, finally, I dozed off as the sun was peeking through the blinds covering the windows … only to be woken up shortly after by Peter’s lips against my shoulder, neck, and ear.

“Let me sleep,” I grumbled, brushing him away.

He chuckled against my shoulder before resuming his assault against my neck and ear.

I groaned through exhausted frustration, ready to smack him if he didn’t stop, when he said, “My mom just texted me. She wants us to come over for brunch.”

“What?” I asked, slightly more alert than before. “Like, today?”

“Yep,” he replied, kissing my bare shoulder. “They want to meet you.”

I was fully awake now as my eyes widened toward the closet door. “Who wants to meet me?”

“My parents,” Peter said, planting another kiss and then another. “My brother, his wife …”

Reaching for the nightstand, I grabbed my phone and saw it was eight in the morning … on a Saturday. It was the weekend, the time to sleep in and stay tucked in bed until eleven—at least. And my boyfriend’s family wanted to meet me for brunch when the only clothes I had were the ones I had worn yesterday? No, thank you.

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