“Christ. Hurry the hell up,” I groan.
“Language,” Jack says.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
Holder stops counting the money. He’s just staring at me from across the table.
“You okay?” Six asks, concerned.
“I’m fine,” I reassure her. “This game is just taking forever because Holder counts money like a blind mole.”
“Bite me,” Holder says as he resumes counting my money for the third time.
“Moles are actually blind, so saying blind mole is redundant,” Breckin says.
I turn my head and glare at him. “Shut up, Powder Puff.”
“Okay,” Holder snaps, grabbing the Park Place card back from me. “You’re done. Go home.”
I snatch the card back from him. “No, we aren’t finished. We’re finishing this damn game.”
“You’re making this not fun,” Sky says.
“Seriously,” Six says. She squeezes my leg under the table, a little forcefully. “Let’s take a break. We can go to my house and make out. That might make you feel better.”
That actually sounds way better and a lot more distracting than this stupid game. I toss my Park Place card on the center of the Monopoly board. “Good idea.”
“Good riddance,” Holder mutters.
I ignore them and walk toward the front door. Six apologizes on my behalf and that makes me feel like shit, but I don’t stop her. I’ll apologize to everyone tomorrow.
I’ve just never felt this pent up before. That phone call left me wondering if this is how Six has felt this whole time. Maybe she’s felt this way since the day she put him up for adoption, and if so, I’m a complete asshole for never recognizing it or trying to do something about it before this week.
We’ve walked around to the side of her house because she still uses her bedroom window every time she leaves Sky’s house. Right before she pushes it open, I grab her hand. She turns around and I slide my hand through her hair and pull her to me by her waist.
“I’m sorry. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says.
“I’m sorry I’m in a bad mood.”
“It’s okay. You were definitely a dick in there just now, but I know you. You’ll make it right.”
“I will.”
“I know,” she says.
“I love you. No matter what.”
“I know.” She pushes open the window and then says, “Come on, I’ll let you touch my boobs. Maybe that’ll get your mind off things.”
“Both of them?”
“Sure.” She climbs into the window and I follow her, wondering how I ended up with the only girl in the world who gets me.
And, despite knowing exactly who I am, she somehow still loves me.
That’s it. It just says Hi. I don’t even know how to interpret that, so I keep reading.
Dear Six and Daniel,
Graham told me about your conversation.
It’s odd, because I’ve written countless letters to the biological mother of my child before. Letters I knew I would never send. But now that I know you’ll actually read this, I don’t even know how to start.
“Oh my God, holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck yes.” I cover my mouth with my hand and stop reading because this isn’t something I should be reading alone. Six needs to read this. She walks out of the bathroom and sees me standing by her bed. I motion for her to hurry up and sit down.