My Heart for Yours by Jolene Perry, Stephanie Campbell Page A

she opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but lets it snap shut. The thought of getting her all riled up is so damn hot. I take my time going up the stairs, because I’m not entirely sure that they aren’t going to slip out from under me.
     
    “ Tobin, don’t do this, I’m just trying to help,” she says. She holds the bedroom door open for me. I should be worried about waking my parents, but Dad would never interfere and waking Mom would be like waking the dead with all of the medication she’s taking.
     
    “ So, when exactly did you decide you were over me and start sleeping with the captain of the polo team?” I ask.
     
    She drops the pillow that she had been fluffing onto my bed and grits her teeth. I sort of love seeing her pissed off.
     
    “ That’s not how it was and you know it,” she says through clenched teeth.
     
    I close the bedroom door behind me. The fact that she doesn’t deny that they are sleeping together tears at me.
     
    “ Then tell me how it was , Delia. Here’s your chance. You’re free to say it all. Shit, I won’t even remember it in the morning!” I laugh.
     
    “ We can talk about this when you’re sober, Tobin.”
     
    I hear a car idling down on the street. That was fast. He must have one of those fancy GPS things to have found the house so quick. And maybe he doesn’t like the idea of her here with me.
     
    “ So, I’m gonna go. Get some sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says. She stares at me briefly then just turns and leaves. Like it’s so easy for her. Why can’t it be that easy for me?
     
    I hear the front door open downstairs and I just can’t let it go like that. I haul ass down the stairs, slipping on the last three and almost break my neck.
     
    “ D!” I call out the door.
     
    She spins on her heels and I notice the Ralph Lauren model is standing at the passenger side door, ready to open it for her. He looks up at me, and I can’t tell from his expression what he does or doesn’t know about me. I really don’t care at this point.
     
    “ Why?” I demand.
     
    She raises her finger to Weston to signal that she’ll just be a minute and starts back toward me, hands on her hips, shaking her head.
     
    “ Why what, Tobin?”
     
    “ Why did you leave me like that? Why did you run off with someone else so fucking fast?” I’m slurring my words a little. I can hear it, but I can’t stop.
     
    “ I didn’t leave you, Tobin. Don’t be absurd. You know what, I can’t do this right now, and you shouldn’t want to. It doesn’t matter anymore,” she says.
     
    And I wish to God that it didn’t, but it does. Because the last time anything was okay was when Delia was in my life and at our house for Sunday dinner and Eamon was there and my mom was awake and it just all matters.
     
    “ Everything okay, sweets?” Weston is here now and I don’t want him this close to her. Or me.
     
    “ Everything is fine. You can go back to your car,” I tell him.
     
    “ It’s fine, Weston, I can take care of myself,” she says.
     
    I snort. “Since when?”
     
    Weston hasn’t moved. Instead, he holds Delia’s hand and I want to pummel him for it.
     
    “ Why don’t I just get you home,” he says to her.
     
    She nods and starts to walk away with him. Your hand in mine.
     
    And I snap.
     
    “ Okay, D. I hope you find whatever it is that you’re looking for. Or whatever it is that your dad is looking for, for you. You’re a fucking mess!” I yell after her.
     
    I expect Ralph Lauren to come back after me, but he doesn’t. Instead, Delia is in my face. Staring at me with intensity I’ve never seen in her before. Even in my drunken haze, I can see the anger ignite in her eyes
     
    “ I know you’re drunk. And grieving. But fuck you, Tobin.”
     
    I’ve never heard her swear like that. I’ve never seen her passionate about something like that.
     
    “ Shit, I want to kiss you right now,” I say.
     
    “ Don’t you