We all stopped what we were doing and stared at him, dumbfounded. “And why the fuck would I have that? I drink orange juice every day.” I just got tested last week.” While Matt laughed at him, Griffin frowned in confusion. He settled on kicking a pebble on the street toward Matt’s general vicinity. Griffin looked around for something to toss at his cousin, but the only thing near him was his guitar. With a completely straight face, Matt told him, “Syphilis is no laughing matter, dude.” In fact, you should probably share a little less, so that crap doesn’t spread throughout all of Seattle.” “No.”Įvan and I laughed while Matt added, “No one wants to share anything you’ve got, cuz. Aren’t we supposed to share everything?” He shrugged.Įvan, Matt, and I answered him at the same time. “If you so much as open her door, I’ll kick your ass.” Matt shrugged Griffin rubbed his palms together while a maniacal smile grew on his face. “Okay, well…Kiera will be asleep by the time we get back there, so you two will have to be quiet.” I pointed at Matt and Griffin. I frowned as I considered how true that statement was. He shrugged as he moved some cymbals into position. “Why my place? We have to take this crap back to Evan’s, we could just hang there.”Įvan clapped my shoulder in answer. So far, Griffin’s contribution to “cleaning up” had consisted of playing air guitar and signing autographs. We set it down with a grunt, and I tried my best to keep the irritation off my face. We’d just played a gig downtown, and Evan and I were struggling to load Evan’s drum into Griffin’s van. He was smiling at me and nodding, like the suggestion he’d just made was the most profound statement ever spoken by a human being. Hearing my name, I lifted my head to stare at Griffin. Too late for that though I was already addicted to being near her. But still, every day there was a clock ticking in my brain, warning me that all of this was stopping soon, and I should end it now before I got too attached. She would cuddle with him, not me, and that was the way it should be. Things would change the minute Denny returned. And listening to Kiera talk to him was a painful reminder that everything between Kiera and me was temporary. I did feel guilty whenever Denny called he wouldn’t like what was going on behind his back.
The only time I even touched her more than a casual acquaintance might was when Griffin started a dance fest in the bar and made a move on her. Plus, our intimate moments of connection were private.
I didn’t want people to think about us one way or the other. I didn’t want people to gossip about her, and I didn’t want Evan to question me about her.
While Kiera and I were pretty snuggly at home, we kept our distance at work.
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