I pick up my phone and find Crash’s number.
I don’t want to hurt him but I can’t go out with him now, especially not after what I shared with Tyson.
No one has made me feel like this after one kiss.
I take a deep breath and wait as the phone rings.
“Camilla,” Crash says and there is a hesitation in his voice, like he knows why I would be calling.
“Hey, uh, Crash. I need to talk to you about tonight.” I say.
He lets out a big sigh. “I had a feeling this would come after Torch heard about the date. He wasn’t happy.”
I shake my head. Not happy is an understatement.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s okay. I kind of expected it. There are no hard feelings, okay?” he says.
I nod my head even though he can’t see me.
“I know, but I am still sorry. I shouldn’t have said ‘yes’ knowing how I felt about him. I feel terrible,” I tell him.
“Don’t worry about it. This was probably the push that he needed. We would have been great together, but I wouldn’t have wanted a part of you when he claimed the rest of you a long time ago. I just refused to see it,” he says.
“A-are we okay?” I ask.
I hear him take a deep breath. “Yeah darling. We are still friends, right?” he asks.
“Of course. We will always be friends,” I tell him.
“Then there is nothing for you to worry about. Just be happy,” he says.
“Listen, I’m going to go. You do what you need to do to be happy,” he says before he hangs up. I don’t have a chance to say anything else.
I stare at my phone for a few minutes.
I don’t regret breaking the date, and I’m not mad that he already knew that was why I was calling, but I still hate to have to hurt him. It wouldn’t have been fair to lead him on though.
I get up and look at the empty space on the bed that was saved for the “yes” pile. We had gone through everything that I own already and decided that none of it would work for a date since it was all leggings and long-sleeved shirts. When Ella asked me if there was a reason that they were all long-sleeved since I had the same shirt just in different colours, I had told her that it was because of the scars.
I expected to see a look of pity on her face, since that’s what usually happens when I mention the scars, but she just smiled in understanding and said that she will have something for me ready for tonight.
If I was riding on Crash’s bike, I would want to be wearing something other than leggings and look at least slightly stylish.
Now I guess she is dressing me for a date with her brother, Tyson, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
My mind travels back to Tyson, the kiss we shared, the way that his lips felt against mine, and the warm, safe feeling of his arms wrapped around me.
I’m not sure where he went, but I decide to head downstairs and finally get some breakfast.
It may be way past breakfast now, but really there isn’t any time limit when someone can eat bacon and eggs.
This time in the kitchen Stitch, Ink, and Kid are all laughing over coffee. They all stop and look at me with friendly smiles when I come into the room.
“There she is!” Stitch says with a grin.
I roll my eyes playfully at him. “Are you hungry, Stitch?” I ask.
He nods his head. “Damn rights. I’ve been up for twenty minutes. You know that no one lets me use the stove.”
I chuckle because he’s serious.
He tried to make himself breakfast one morning when I first came here. It was four in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. I was surprised that anyone else was awake, but he said that no one lets him use the stove, so he waited until everyone was asleep to give “this cooking thing a shot,” but, judging by the burnt eggs in the pan and the bacon that was so crispy you could chip a tooth on it, I would have to agree with everyone else.
I was glad that Stitch had the same love for bacon and eggs that I do because he and I could eat them together whenever we wanted. It was kind of “our thing” and I wouldn’t change that for the world.
“Let me get the bacon started,” I say.
“Sounds great, darling,” Stitch says.
I end up making Ink and Kid breakfast too. I had spent so much time getting to know everyone that I feel completely at home here.
I hope that it works out between me and Tyson, but it’s obviously too soon to be thinking about things like that. We just had our first kiss; it’s not like we are moving in together.
By the time we are done eating, I see some women walk in. I already know that they are club whores, and it’s not that I have anything against them. If they want to sleep with all the brothers they can then have at it. Well, at least the ones that aren’t taken, because I’m sure that if one of them hit on Damien, Ella would definitely teach her a lesson.
The club whores don’t like me; I don’t know if it’s because I’m new and get along with all the brothers, but it’s not like I’m sleeping with them so I can’t see what their problem is.
Tyson had only just kissed me hours ago, and it’s not like anyone else knows that because I haven’t said anything and Tyson doesn’t seem
