Chapter 21
"What do we do?" I asked anxiously, again biting down on my nail. "Do we open the door?"
Bosco turned and slapped my hand away from my mouth and gave me a roll of his eyes. "Jeez, Faith—ya know he's not a mass murderer or somethin—he's just here ta see you." He admonished in a whisper.
"I know that." I spit at him. "He's here to see me because he probably still thinks that I'm going to be dating him. But I'm here with you." I whispered. "How would you like it?"
He ran a hand threw his hair and gave me a look. "I think we've been there before and I think you know how much I liked it." He whispered back. "We have to open the door and talk ta him—like adults."
"Oh ya. Like adults." I growled back. "I know that we went on a date but I kindof fell into bed with your best friend, Sean. Really sorry about that."
He sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Are you done yet? Cause I'm gonna open the door."
"Go ahead."
He stood staring at me and crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you gonna put somethin else on?" His eyes darted to my breasts, which were fairly prominent through the low cut black material, and then down to my legs. The nightie barely covered enough.
I looked down at myself and clicked my tongue. "Ya. I may want to do that."
"Um, hum." He looked at me expectantly and when I didn't move, cocked his head to the side. "Like today, maybe?"
"I'm going." I mumbled, walking away from him. I practically ran down the hall to the bedroom. I was so nervous and I really had no reason to be, but Sean was the best friend, the one that Bosco always confided in, besides me, and I couldn't help but worry that the relationship between them would be either strained or ruined because of it.
I threw on a bathrobe and tied it tightly around my waist. I heard the scraping of the chain against the door and the snapping of the lock, as Bosco prepared to open the door, to what I was surely going to be a very shocked Sean Kelly.
Just as I walked back up the hall, Bosco opened it and swung it wide. Wide enough for me to see Sean and the surprised look on his face. I stopped in the livingroom and desperately tried to think of what I was going to say to him.
"Hey."
Sean quickly covered his surprise and then cleared his throat and gave a half smile, but walked inside, holding the flowers awkwardly in his left hand.
"Hey–Mo, about last night---." He said, looking a little lost. "I'm sorry that you saw that—"
"Don't worry about it." Bosco returned, his tone a little clipped, but not so much so that Sean would catch on. I knew Bosco like I knew myself and I also knew that he was looking at Sean, remembering the kiss that I had shared with him just hours before we'd made love. Bosco was a possessive man when he felt threatened. Although, there was no more need to feel that way.
Not knowing what else to say, Sean turned and to me and his gaze locked on to mine and he smiled, a real smile. "Hey Faith. I didn't hear from you today so I thought I'd come by and leave this for you outside your door—" He said softly, looking so handsome and clean in his blue jeans and red button down shirt, his hair slicked back and his eyes shiny. "and I saw your light on—" His voice trailed off as he turned and looked at Bosco. "Have I interrupted something?"
Bosco cleared his throat and walked over to stand beside me, clearly marking his territory, which did not go unnoticed by his friend. "Nah. It's good that you're here. We both need ta talk ta ya." He said, not softly, not harshly—just simple and to the fact.
Sean narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "About what?"
I started to walk over to him and held out my hand. "Why don't you sit down, Sean. There's something that we need to tell you."
"Okay then." He sat on the rocker and Bosco and I both took the couch.
I could feel my palms starting to sweat and my stomach churning. Some people would wonder what the big deal was, but I hated these kinds of situations with a passion. I hated making people feel bad, hated the awkwardness, the time it took to get the right words out—if there really were any right words.
I leaned forward and clasped my hands in front of me, on my knees. I didn't look him directly in the eye. I couldn't. "Sean, I don't know how to say this to you so I'm just gonna say it—" I began, but was cut off when he started laughing. I blanched.