15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

I nod.
His eyes narrow as his hand moves to the underneath of my foot.
He slowly traces his fingers from the tops of my toes, down to my heel.
“I still very much want to fuck you.”
Someone gasps, and it isn’t me.
Ryle and I both look at the doorway and Allysa is standing there,
wide-eyed. Her mouth is open as she points down at Ryle. “Did you
just.. .” She looks at me and says, “I am so sorry about him, Lily.” And
then she looks back at Ryle with venom in her eyes. “Did you just tell
my boss you want to fuck her?”
Oh, dear.
Ryle pulls his bottom lip in and chews on it for a second. Marshall
walks in behind Allysa and says, “What’s going on?”
Allysa looks at Marshall and points at Ryle again. “He just told Lily
he wants to fuck her!”
Marshall looks from Ryle to me. I don’t know whether to laugh or
crawl under the table and hide. “You did?” he says, looking back at
Ryle.
Ryle shrugs. “It appears that way,” he says.
Allysa puts her head in her hands, “Jesus Christ,” she says, looking
at me. “He’s drunk. They’re both drunk. Please don’t judge me
because my brother is an asshole.”
I smile at her and wave it off. “It’s fine, Allysa. Lots of people want
to fuck me.” I glance back at Ryle and he’s still casually stroking my
foot. “At least your brother speaks his mind. Not a lot of people have
the courage to say what they’re actually thinking.”
Ryle winks at me and then carefully moves my ankle off his lap.
“Let’s see if you can put any weight on it,” he says.
He and Marshall help me to my feet. Ryle points to a table a few
feet away that’s pushed up against a wall. “Let’s try to make it to the
table so I can wrap it.”
His arm is secured around my waist, and he’s gripping my arm
tightly to make sure I don’t fall. Marshall is more or less just standing
next to me for support. I put a little weight on my ankle and it hurts,
but it’s not excruciating. I’m able to hop all the way to the table with a
lot of assistance from Ryle. He helps me pull myself up until I’m