In Our Blood

Damion

I slid the handle on the toaster down, getting the frozen waffles cooking while I finished scrambling the eggs for Oliver’s breakfast. I was taking a shortcut with the frozen waffles, but I didn’t think he would care. It was still a fairly nutritious meal. I hadn’t slept well at all, and by the time I did fall asleep, it was early in the morning. I had overslept.

I had spent the night thinking about Alex. I told myself to let it go, but it was like a bad craving. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had one last taste, or in her case, one last anything. It wasn’t only the sex. I liked her—the woman. I liked her friendship. I liked her smile and I liked how much Oliver liked her. The last was the toughest part of the whole situation. He really liked her, and he wouldn’t get to see her again because I went and screwed things up.

“Oliver, breakfast is ready,” I hollered, pulling myself out of the same long lecture I had been going over in my head for the last two days.

“Coming,” came h