I don’t know about that yet. “So what happened?” I want to know, curious in spite of myself. If he didn’t f**k the boy, maybe there’s hope for us yet.
With a nonchalant shrug, Bradley tells me, “You should’ve seen it, Tommy. What a diva! Damn, we’re talking b***h goddess here. And you thought I was bad?”
I laugh again, well aware of how easily he’s managed to work his way back into my life. We’re old friends again, me leaning over the breakfast bar and watching his face come alive as he tells the story, his elbow just inches from my hands on the counter and edging closer each second.
“He’s all I’ll just take you anyway, like his scrawny ass could even hope to hold me down, and I was like oh no you didn’t.” He says di’nt as if he’s from the ghetto, and his upper lip curls derisively. He
