Page 100 of Wild Thing
“As if you haven't thought about it Dylan.”
“I haven’t.”
For once, I wasn’t lying. I really hadn’t considered what was going to happen after we both went back home, back to our lives.
Maybe Brax and I needed to talk about it. The thought of looking that far into the future scared me. At the moment, I was content to be present. Especially because of the shit show I knew I had to sit through, star in and direct when I got home.
The waiter arrived, placing down coasters and two more spicy margaritas. Taylor slid off the whole chili that was hugging the rim of her glass and promptly dropped the entire thing into her cocktail.
“You’re going to burn the absolute living fuck out of your mouth, you know.”
“You’re not the only one who can enjoy hot things in her mouth this trip,” Taylor scoffed as she raised her cocktail glass. “I’m happy for you, but I don’t envy you.”
We clinked glasses and for a few moments, we sat in comfortable silence. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm late afternoon sun on my face.
“When am I going to meet him anyway?” Taylor asked.
I was convinced I had a sixth sense when it came to Brax, because I had the sudden urge to scan the crowded sidewalk.
Cutting a fine figure amongst the crowd of wannabe yuppies, was my lover. He spotted me and grinned.
I smiled back, my eyes transfixed on him as he weaved through the crowd towards me. “Sooner than you think, Tay.”
“Wait, what?” Taylor spun around in her chair to see who I was suddenly so fixated on.
She turned her body back to face me, mouthingoh my godand fanning herself.
“Keep it cool,” I warned her.
She smiled sweetly at me. “When do I not?”
Brax approached our table, leaning down to give me a friendly, non-romantic kiss on the cheek. We were in public after all.
“Brax, hi,” I gestured towards Taylor. “This is my best friend, Taylor.”
“Hi,” Brax offered a tattooed hand to Taylor. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Vice versa.” Taylor responded, shaking his hand.
“Good things, hopefully.”
Taylor looked at Brax over the top of her sunglasses. “Some very good, bad things.”
Brax glanced at me, a little unsure on how to take Taylor.
“She knows, Brax.”
He sighed in relief and gave Taylor a lopsided smile. “What are you girls up to?”
“We blew off the conference for margaritas.”
“Nice.”
“Have a drink with us," Taylor gestured for Brax to sit down. "I’m just going to the bathroom, I’ll be back."
Brax dragged a seat from an empty table and placed it next to me, sitting down. “She seems nice.”
“She is. Warning you though, she’ll probably pepper you with questions about your intentions at some point.”
