Twenty-Nine

The rain pattered against the windows, and I leaned back in my chair, disinterested in the news. Zeke lay down beside me with his fingers lacing against his belly.

Grandma and Camilla were seated at the other end of the living room, and I kept stealing glances at them.

Her reluctance to marry George was all my fault, and I felt like I had done something wrong. My chest tightened with guilt.

Those stolen kisses had confused her, and even though I didn't feel any regrets nor did I feel sorry for George, I was concerned about Camilla.

Grandma was telling her something, and she was shaking her head. Camilla gave her a vacant look, and Grandma pulled her close.

Zeke had a bemused smile and sat up. "What have you done to her? You've totally fucked with her mind, haven't you?"

I ignored Zeke and rubbed the back of my neck, knowing that he found this situation amusing, but he continued talking.

"I don't get why you're pretending you're clearly into her. The other day I caught you locking lips