With Remy sleeping, Brad ends up sitting on the top step with hsi face to the air. He's sobered up enough to feel it again, the ache in hsi chest, the absence at his side. He never had a wedding ring from Nate which he's got to view as a kindness now. He looks down at his hands and a tear rolls down his cheek ( Read more... )

Evenings on the island are pretty much his favourite itme. The light changes and everything goes still and quiet. Terry still has her own place but the all but live together now and mot nights are spent in the treehouse in the clearing. There's a terrace on two sides and a rocking chair that Brad often finds himself settled in, long legs up and ( Read more... )

They take their time walking home; the party was good but long, and Brad's comfortably exhausted, with Terry's hand in his. Every now and then, he sneaks a look at her in that dress. She looks fucking incredible. His own costume, he has to admit, has been fairly comfortable ( Read more... )

He's been thinking about this for months. He's been planning it for months. He did this once before, and it ended horribly, ended in the most mortifying, soul-destroying way possible. And that's fine but Jenni has Matt and Brad is not going to let the way that engagement ended rule the rest of his fucking life ( Read more... )

He finally breaks down a little after it's all done, on his way to Terry's, all of the talking done, for now. He pauses in the shadows from the trees, and a few slow tears run down his face. It's such a fucking unholy mess, and he's in love in too many directions, and it hurts. He pauses, wipes his face with his hands. He's not going to put ( Read more... )

He doesn't even take the time to shower, so he's still greasy from the engine. There's still a fluttering in his stomach, utterly unfamiliar, and he's pretty sure he's thoroughly happy, but it's all so strange. And he needs to talk to Terry. He's pretty sure that if anybody understands the fierce impulse to do not harm to the woman that he loves ( Read more... )

So they don't spend as long at the party as they could. They end up back at Brad's place with a six pack of soda and, more importantly, cake. Brad's pretty sure that Terry would have come home without him tonight, so long as she could bring the cake ( Read more... )

He's not going to lie: it's good to have her back. Yeah, Brad's got abandonment issues coming out of his ass, and that's part of the reason he drank a lot and hung out with Remy, but most of it is that he's spent the night dying to put his hands on either of them and he couldn't exactly do that while they were tied together ( Read more... )

Coming home from the club is harder than getting there in the first place. The snow's drifted in places, and his clothes, recently dried out, are soaked to the skin. All he wants to do is get into the house and change his boots and then he's going out again. He's not about to admit it but he's sat awake all night thinking about her (thinking ( Read more... )

Terry's not there when he calls, so he leaves her a note and goes home. Nothing as ominious as we need to talk. Fuck no; the last thing that he needs is for her to think that he's gearing up to dump her when that is the last fucking thing on his mind. No. No way. If Nate and Remy can make this work then Brad's got faith that him and Terry can ( Read more... )