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“Oh, tonight? Tonight is just our meet-cute. It’s the night we’ll tell our kids about one day. Remember?”
To the outside observer, it would appear that I’m staring at the guy I showed up here with. But they would be wrong. I’m staring at his dad.
All I know is that the first thing that comes to mind is, If I live, I’m coming after you.
“Gwen, I just want you to know that if I were you, I’d fuck my ex-boyfriend’s dad, and I wouldn’t even feel bad about it because that other guy sounds like a fucking loser.”
“Careful what you wish for, Gwen. I’ve got a laundry list of ways I’d like to watch you work for it, and none of them involve poker.”
It hits me, as I enter my room, that we’re both scared. Afraid we’re not enough. We live in fear of the same type of rejection, and eventually, one of us will have to take a chance or this ship is going to sail.
“The thing is, Gwen, next time you want to watch me, you should just ask.”
The more he talks, the more agitated I become. All I can think about is…how good they’d be together. Not as good as she and I would be.
“Or what? You might man up and take something for yourself for once?” I snap. I take something for myself for once. My hands dart out and grip Gwen’s waist. “You know what?” I snarl, yanking her toward me, staring at her plush mouth as her lips softly part—no doubt to say something infuriating. But I don’t let her get a word in edgewise. “Fuck it,” I mutter. Then I kiss her.
“That he was a fool to let you get away. But that it was just as well because I could fuck you better.”
All I do is watch as the most precious person in the world to me walks away. And I don’t even blame her.
It’s not part of the strategy Dale and I discussed before attacking the mountain. But the truth is, I might let it all burn if it means finding her. If Gwen is gone, nothing else matters.
