Chapter 75

If Stephen notices my not so subtle gesture, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he shoves his hands down deep into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. What is there to say? Maybe nothing anymore. I stare at his denim-clad legs and remember dark hair curled over pale skin, soft flesh that used to tremble beneath my touch. His hands fist in his pockets, pushing against the front of his pants like an exaggerated erection. I wonder what he’s trying to hide. I tell myself I don’t want to know. Where is Dan?

“An Army brat,” Stephen says, his voice quiet. He shakes his head. “I never pegged you as that type.” When I shrug, he asks, “How long has it been for you guys?”

“Ten months.” It feels like forever, though. I try for a smile, but Stephen just stares at me, his eyes twin facets of pain in his face. Why is this so damn hard? We weren’t ever serious. “How about you?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood. “Anyone swept you off your feet yet?”