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âThank you, Matthew. I know what youâve sacrificed.â
For a mere moment, the corners of his lips dipped downward until the emotional mask resumed. âOur people need to be protected. Theyâll never believe it if you or I told them. Iâm here to help find a way to bring The Society down.â
âLetâs eat, get some sleep, and we can figure this out in the morning. Weâre on Christmas break, so we wonât have class for the next few weeks.â As I spoke, Matthew gave a tired gesture with a slight nod.
AFTER DINNER, MATTHEW had decided on a shower. Aiden had a drawer full of clothes and heâd loaned some lounge pants and a T-shirt for him to sleep in. And for tomorrow, Iâd given him a pair of Aidenâs jeans and another long sleeve shirt of Aidenâs. There hadnât been much time for Matthew to pack and heâd only brought a small bag with him.
I was downstairs getting Matthewâs bed ready for the night on the couch. Adding one last blanket to the bed, Aiden remerged from the kitchen after cleaning up from dinner.
âWe may need to leave here, Kenzie.â
I hadnât been ready to face this fact.
With a trembling lip, I shakily said, âI know. I know I may have to start over. Iâm not sure if I can leave you.â
Needing the contact, I walked into Aidenâs arms. He enveloped my body. âKenzie, sweetheart, we would go together. Iâm not leaving you.â
âI canât ask you to do that.â I mumbled into his chest.
Strong arms stroked my back. âKenzie, weâre in this together. Youâre my life. You know that, right?â
âYes, youâre mine, too. Iâm going to have to help Matthew adjust.â
There was an edge to his voice. âI know.â
Since Matthew had mentioned marriage, Aiden had become sharper around him. Matthew came down the stairs quickly, wearing Aidenâs clothes, but stopped short when he saw Aiden holding me. I left Aidenâs embrace. This type of contact would be awkward for Matthew. I didnât want to walk on eggshells around him, but this was his first night here.
Placating, I spoke to everyone, âWhy donât we get some sleep? Weâll get breakfast in the morning and go from there.â
Matthew was going to need clothes and much more in the next few days. He didnât have a social security card or birth certificate which had been my identification to get my school id and job. Tomorrow. Weâd figure it out tomorrow.
Everyone gave a slight nod. Walking up to Matthew, I squeezed his hand like we always used to say good-bye to each other. âNight. Iâll see you in the morning.â
Matthew didnât let go of my hand. âWhereâs Aiden sleeping?â
; âWith Kenzie.â The voice of the man I loved brokered no argument.
Matthewâs face dropped and he released me. I spoke to try and explain things, âThings are different here. Relationships work differently.â
The blue eyes looked straight at me. âI think the basics of right and wrong are still the same, Sarah.â
The disapproval was tough to take. But, he had it all wrong. Aiden cleared his throat. I held up my hand behind me to stop him becoming all possessive. It worked as Aiden didnât say anything.
The atmosphere tensed, rapidly. I tried to keep my voice calm and soothing, but I was worn out. âWeâll talk tomorrow, Matthew. This is hard for everyone.â
As I turned, he grabbed my hand again. âIâm sorry. Itâs been a long day. Iâm here if you need anything.â
âI know.â I felt Aiden approach me from the other side.
Matthew squeezed my hand. âSweet dreams until tomorrow.â
âSweet dreams until tomorrow.â
Those were the words that Matthew said every time he left me. Iâd missed my friend. The connection we shared was evident.
Aiden and I walked up the stairs. Matthew watched me the whole way. I wondered what he was thinking. There was part of me that felt like Iâd betrayed him and my heart broke for that reason. In my room, Aiden and I silently got dressed for bed and slipped under the covers with the bedside lamp still on.