Chapter EighteenChandlerI lean my head back, closing my eyes as I wait. Mike and Sy better keep their mouths shut. They dropped me off back at home, but I decided that home wasn’t where I needed to be right now. I’m too mad and upset to sit at home. So I decided that coming over to see Davis would be a better option. That I needed to hash this out with him today. He can’t go punching Berkley every time he kisses me. If there are going to be any more kisses, that is.
I hear the motorcycle outside, letting me know Davis is here. They’d both been enjoying the motorcycle so much that Berkley had another delivered to his home so now they both have one. Sometimes I forget how well off Berkley really is. I listen close to see if it’s one bike or two. I’m not sure if I’m happy or disappointed that I only hear one at the moment. A few moments later, I hear the familiar quick feet of Davis coming down the stairs.
“You put some panties on? I think I saw your ass.” I open my eyes to look up at him.
“Did you?”
“One way to find out.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes at him. “Knew you’d be here.”
“Did you two keep fighting after I left?” I don’t want anyone getting hurt over all of this. That’s the last thing that I ever wanted to happen. I did notice that Berkley was not swinging back at Davis. Davis is a power house on the field and spends a lot of time in the gym, but Berkley is built like a tank. He doesn't need to go to any gym. His make-up came from his genetics. I’m guessing from somewhere on his mom's side of the family.
“His hand was over your mouth. I reacted. Took me a moment to put together that you were into it, and of course I know Berkley would never force himself on you. I won’t apologize for it.”
I swallow in understanding.
That wasn't the first time Davis has turned a corner and found another man all over me. The first time wasn't welcome, and luckily Davis got there before anything could actually happen. It scared the crap out of both of us. It took three people to pull Davis off the man who had tried to corner me in the gas station. What started out as a regular walk to the gas station to get some snacks turned into a day that I’ll never forget.
That was the day that Davis had staked a claim on me. I’d been jumpy around the opposite sex and he made it his mission to make sure none of them ever came too close to me. Now everyone thinks we’re a couple. In reality Davis is a very protective brother. One that I love and adore for all he’s done for me. But now there is a man in my life that I don't want him scaring away.
“I’m in love with him.”
“Fuck.” Davis runs his hand down his face.
“He thinks you’re in love with me.”
“Well, I am.” I smack his chest. He falls back on the sofa, pretending that my little hit actually hurt him. “Berkley—”
I hold my hand up.
“I don’t want advice about Berkley and why I should or shouldn't stay away from him. Just like he shouldn't need to talk to anyone about if he wants to be with me or not. He should know and I sure as shit am not chasing him.”
“You shouldn’t have to chase anyone.”
“I know,” I say in agreement, making him smile bigger. He dragged his feet with us in the beginning, and I’d be a liar if I didn't admit that shit still stung. I get it. He doesn't want anyone getting hurt, but the result is he is hurting not only me but himself too.
“I know this will change things. No matter the outcome. I can’t stop or change my feelings.” He lets out a deep breath, knowing I’m right. “I love the three of us. I do. But if this thing Berkley and I are making is the forever kind of thing, then he always has to pick me, and I will always have to pick him.”
“And you should have that,” Davis says instantly. “So you think this is the forever kind of thing?”
“I think it is. It hurts when he’s not close. I know we’re young, but—”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I’m too far in at this point to not get hurt.” Davis puts his head on his elbows and drops his head as a few more curse words leave his mouth.
“I need to talk to him.” He starts to get up, but I grab him, pulling him back down.
“No.”
“When did you get so bossy?” He gives me a half smirk.