Page 60 of His Ruin
“Fucking amazing,” I smile, that guilt slightly tugging at my gut. I don’t like lying to her, but I can’t let this go just yet. Leaving her is a thought that I don’t allow to cross my mind.
It’s bad that I’m still separating myself, but it’s hard to let go of the only girl I’ve ever loved. I don’t want to. I can’t. No matter how hard I try to reason with myself.
I recognize that my behavior is manic. The fact that I can’t even come to terms with leaving Melody is a battle I’ll have to face in the near future, but right now, this time is ours. And I won’t squander it.
“Kaden?” Mom calls from the kitchen.
I whip around to her, holding out the roses as I pad over to the island. “For my favorite girls.”
She takes them with a soft gasp and shows them to my dad excitedly. “Look, Maxwell!”
Dad smiles. “That’s kind of you, Kaden, but don’t you go stealing my job.”
I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it. There’s only one woman for me.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?!” Mom asks excitedly.
“I do,” I whisper, smirking so hard that my cheeks hurt. I can feel my sister’s eyes glaring into my back, but I won’t give away our little secret just yet.
“That’s wonderful!” Mom gushes.
“We’ll have to meet her soon,” Dad says warmly.
“Trust me,” I mumble. “She’s closer than you think.”
They don’t hear me as Mom slides a glass vase out of the cabinet and Dad begins to cut the ends of the flowers for her. As if we’re connected, I feel the very moment Melody relaxes. It’s followed by her contentedly sipping her coffee, and I know I’m in the clear.
“What are your plans for tonight?” Mom asks as she moves around the kitchen.
“Whatever you have on the itinerary,” I shrug.
“Date night,” Dad reminds her as he shuffles past. “You kids will have to fend for yourselves. I’m taking your mother out to celebrate her newest store.”
“Don’t have too much fun,” I warn playfully.
Mom chuckles. “We’re still young. Don’t wait up for us.”
I turn to my sister, my eyes darkening. “I think Melody and I can come up with something.”
She grins past the straw tucked between her plush lips, and all I can think about is how they feel wrapped around my cock.
Yeah, we definitely have our own plans.
“You’re going to burn it!” Melody giggles, using her hip to push me aside as she stirs the bubbling alfredo sauce on the stove.
I scoff. “As sous chef, it’s my job to stand here and look important.”
She snorts. “You’re not even holding the spoon right.”
“I’m aerating it,” I flip the handle around, dripping sauce onto the floor.
Melody tilts down, staring at the mess I’ve made, before her eyes snap to mine. “If this curdles, I’m blaming you.”
“You can’t blame me. I sprinkled in love.”
Her hand rips downward, pointing at the mountain of mush I left in my wake. “You dropped half the Parmesan cheese on the floor.”
“It was a sacrifice to Gordon Ramsay,” I smirk.
