I sniff. “Well, I’d hope so since I’m the only one here, and there isn’t a mirror for you to gawk at your hotness in. Do you do that? Like, drink yourself in?”
Rolling his eyes, he chuckles. “Brat.” The grin on his face is beautiful as he rolls to his side, sliding his hand along my arm and then into my hand. “So anyway…” he starts and I grin.
“Tired of me yet?”
“Never.”
My grin grows as our fingers lace together, but then his phone sounds and he reaches down, pulling it out of his pocket. “Sorry, I forgot to turn it off.”
“It’s fine,” I say as he goes to shut it off, but then something must have caught his attention because he pauses, looking at the screen. His brows pull together as his lip comes between his teeth. “Everything okay?”
He nods. “It’s my dad.”
Oh. Okay, not that I thought it was some other girl and was insanely jealous or anything. That’s not me. Duh.
“He’s always calling and texting me now. I’m the only one who talks to him.”
“Why is that?”
He shrugs. “He’s my dad and I guess I still want him to be. But then I can’t let go of what he did to my mom.”
“Understandable.”
“But he gave me a whole bunch of money the other day, and he’s asking to come to my games and for me to go to dinner with him and his ho. I don’t know how to say no without being a dick. Because I did take his money.”
“Hm. Sounds like a pickle.” I know it’s not my place, but I want to help. “Maybe don’t take the money until you’re ready to forgive him?”
“I won’t forgive him, but I need the money. I hate not having money.”
I laugh. “So does everyone else in the world.”
He looks over at me, sliding his phone into his pocket before grinning. “I come from money, and I’m used to having it.”
I snort. “You sound like a spoiled brat.”
“Maybe,” he says with a nod. “But that all changed when he left and we weren’t living as comfortably as we were. Now he’s trying to buy my love, and I figure, why not?”
“But if it were that easy, you wouldn’t feel bad about it.”
He nods. “You’re right.”
“’Cause of your mom?”
“Exactly, and my brothers and sister.”
“Then don’t do it anymore,” I say simply and he grins over at me.
“It’s hard not to.”
“I understand that, but you have to remember what is more important.”
“My mom and siblings,” he says immediately even though I didn’t phrase it as a question.
“Then you have your answer,” I say and he nods.
“You’re right.”
I smile in agreement as I lay my head down, looking at him. Baylor must have finished because I don’t hear anything below us. It’s really peaceful up here and I can understand why he likes it. It’s nice. Not too cold and really relaxing. It is the honey hole, for sure. Moving my finger along his thumb, I feel so comfortable, so good, and soon I’m searching my brain for the last time I felt like this.