Two Lips, Indifferent Red

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Charlestown, Pennsylvania was beautiful in May. The trees that lined the streets of the small university town had leafed out earlier in the month. Flowers—lilacs, freesias, peonies, amaryllis, and roses—so many roses!—bloomed in a riot of color and scents in front of the stately homes that now served as dormitories for Charles T. Armand University.

Of course, I wasn’t able to enjoy that balmy spring day. The semester had come to an end, and while I’d taken most of my finals, there were two left, and I intended to do as well on them as I’d done on the others. Scholarships funded my education at Armand U, and I needed to maintain my GPA.

I took a break when my bladder informed me in no uncertain terms if I didn’t pay a visit to the john now, things were going to get ugly.

And since I had already interrupted my studying, I decided to go down to the first floor, where there was a vending machine. I could use the sugar rush, and a bag of M&Ms would do the trick.

It would take a little while for the sugar to work its magic, so I went out onto the front porch and leaned against the railing.

The air was like warm silk against my face, and I closed my eyes, tipped back my head, and breathed in the lovely fragrance of the flowers I’d helped plant earlier in the spring.

I could feel tension drain from my shoulders. God, I loved this season.

I popped the last of the M&Ms into my mouth. Well, standing here doesn’t get the studying done. “Time to get back to the books, Llewellyn.”

I returned to my room, opened the door, and frowned.

“Hey, Kipp! I thought you’d fallen in.” My roommate, Andrew Scott, was sprawled casually on my bed. Of course he wasn’t on his own bed—that was piled high with the clothes he was packing to go home.

I could have lived without him, but I hadn’t been given much choice. I’d learned early on in life not to make waves, and so I generally wound up with the roommates no one else wanted: players, partiers, and general pains in the ass. The room would be mine alone during the summer semester, but hopefully, come the fall I’d have someone who didn’t get quite as much on my last nerve.

“Kippers! You with me, boy?”

I paused for a minute before turning and closing the door behind me. I hated when people called me Kippers, but I hated being called “boy” even more. Hearing that always made me look around for my father.

“Yes?”

“Phone call for you.” He waggled my cell phone.

“And you felt the need to answer it?”

“Hey, we’re genetically programmed to do that. Besides, that ring tone…”

“Oh?” My heart felt like it was doing somersaults. “Was it ‘Brown-Eyed Handsome Man’?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t recognize it, but it sounded like elevator music to me. Something I definitely couldn’t stand, my man.”

That didn’t surprise me. If it wasn’t something like “I Wanna s*x You Up” or “Bust a Move,” he had no idea what it was and had less use for it.

I rarely got phone calls, so I assumed it was a prank he had set up. “Tell whoever it is that I’m not interested and hang up my phone.”

“You sure? She sounds sexy as all hell.”

Now I was certain it was a prank. Sexy-as-all-hell women didn’t call me. Not that I minded; I’d much rather have received a call from a guy, and one guy in particular. He was older and so sexy, although that wouldn’t have mattered—I’d have been content with someone who loved me, no matter what he looked like.

I’d learned better than to let a handsome face draw me in.

I thought of Daniel, who’d not only made a fool of me in high school, but who’d broken my heart as well.

We’d gone to grade school together until second grade. At that time, I was sent to a boarding school in upstate New York, where no one knew me as Marcus Llewellyn’s son, and where I was happy.

That lasted until I was fourteen, when, as abruptly as I’d been sent away, I’d been ordered to return home and informed I would start Benjamin Martin High in the fall.

I ran into Daniel when it turned out we had homeroom together. And embarrassingly, I popped wood. Every time I looked at him, I wound up with an erection, and so I got into the habit of wearing my shirt untucked.

By our senior year, not only was Daniel a jock, he headed the debate team, played clarinet in the school orchestra, sang in senior chorus, always got the lead role in drama club, and was president of the student body. Added to that, he was so handsome there wasn’t a girl in school who’d say no to him. Rumor had it that included some of the teachers as well.

I’d spent the past four years—my entire high school career—wishing Daniel would notice me but knowing he never would, not even to say hi; I wasn’t anyone special…just a staffer on the magazine and the guy who designed sets for the school plays. As it turned out I was good at the latter, and no one needed to know that I’d first gotten involved as a way to be in Daniel’s vicinity.