Page 56 of Scrap Metal & Love Reforged
“Luke,” I said immediately. “She told meallabout him.”
In unnecessarily explicit detail, actually. If Skye hadn’t always been such a chronic over sharer, I might’ve assumed that the revelation that I was gay made her think I’d somehow miraculously known more about men than she did.
“What’s he really like?” Dad asked.
I shrugged. “I hadn’t pegged her as going for another lawyer, but more power to her.”
Dad grunted and made his way to the door. Mom smiled. “Troy, why don’t you show Seth where your bedroom is? I figured you’d stay in there.”
“Sure,” I said.
I wondered what the room would look like and if my parents had changed anything since I’d left. When I stood and headed down the hall, Seth came with me. His eyes moved over the framed photos on the wall and the distressing amount of seashell décor.
“I can’t believe you told my mother you liked her gnomes,” I whispered.
Seth laughed. “I didn’t think you’d mind a little white lie. Especially one that might get me into your parents’ good graces.”
As I opened the door to my old bedroom, warmth rose to my face. They had changed the room so completely that I barely recognized it. I knew my parents would never throw away my things, so they were probably packed in the attic. It seemed fitting that my old room had become this pretty, floral place in shades of blue and white. It was anewplace, and I was at a new place in my life.
I entered. Seth came in behind me and closed the door, pressing his back against it. I raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t think that we’re about to have sex right here and now. My sister just got here. My parents will want to see us.”
Seth laughed. “No, I didn’t think that. I actuallydoknow how to behave, you know.”
“It’s a matter ofwill you.”
Seth crossed the room and pressed his fingertips against my chest. My heart skipped a beat. When Seth tilted his head and leaned forward, I met him and pressed my lips against his. He smelled of expensive cologne, which mingled in the air with vanilla and allspice. The heat of his mouth sent warmth rushing through my veins, so fierce and pleasant that I couldn’t believe I’d ever survived without it.
And best of all, I’d never have to.
The End.