Breakfast at Rosie’s has always been a tradition since Sloan and I were in college. Sloan studied political science at Seattle University; then quickly dropped out and became a hairstylist, figuring out she just liked to voice her opinions (also known as shit talking in Sloan’s world) without all the unnecessary drama. While I was finishing my degree in English, we met at Rosie’s in between her salon and the campus to rekindle.
Five years later, still ordering the same yogurt parfaits. It’s fucking crazy to think that we are still the same shit talking bitches that roamed the elementary grounds. The two inseparable girls from fifth grade, now planning my wedding and gossiping about my affair.
“Earth to Hallie. Hello? Snap out of whatever trance you’re in, we got topics to cover.” Sloan redirected me while scooping up her parfait.
I moved my head back to her and my attention alternated.
“Hey sorry, I was just thinkin’ about-”
“Sex with Ryland.” She says bluntly.
I scoffed, “No I was just-”
“Thinking about Ryland.” She stares at me continually while taking another bite.
I turned to my breakfast sign, “Fine yes, I was thinking about him.”
Sloan laughed and commented, “I knew it, see I know you better than anyone.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Cooper knows a lot about me.”
Her smile faded and her face turned serious. Sloan is right, she has always known me like the back of her hand.
“You’re right.” I took a bite of my parfait. “I am marrying Cooper at the end of the week! I’ve been procrastinating on the decorations, my dress hasn’t been picked up, the cake, everything. Sloan I am the worst fiancé in history.” I dropped my head into my hands, and Sloan reached across to put her hand in mine. “Who cheats on their fiancé months before their wedding? Especially with his best fucking friend.” I sat back up to face her again, tears forming in my eyes. “I am the whore Sloan, I am the one who cheats-”
“Shut up. You’re the best fucking friend I have ever had. I don’t give a shit if you’re a whore. We all are welcome to the club.” I sniffle up my tears and give a genuine laugh, Sloan has always had a talent to make me laugh.
“You’re right, I’m pretty damn amazing.”
“Hell yeah you are! And you know what bad bitches deserve?”
“Oh God, I feel like I’m walking into a trap.”
Sloan stands up and lifts up her hands to the sky, which also lifts up her shirt to show her under-boob.
Shocker, Sloan isn’t wearing a bra. When does she ever, I laugh to myself.
“Waiter, we are going to need two mimosas.” She motions to the waiter and puts her hand up by her mouth so I couldn’t see what she is saying, except when Sloan talks she is a little too loud. “Put some extra champagne in both of them, we are partying today!”
She lowered her hand and I laughed greatly. “Fuck it, let’s party Sloan.”
I stand up to join her and we laugh while hugging each other.
Fuck it.
…
3 mimosas in, Sloan finally brings up my fucked up situation.
She sets her drink down on the table and stares into my eyes, like she is trying to read me or something. Sloan has always been into witch voodoo shit so I wouldn’t be surprised if she could sense some kind of spirit or something in my ora.
“Talk to me Hallie, what’s Ryland’s dick like?” She takes a sip of her drink waiting for my response.
I laugh a little and shake my head. “Why do you want to know that? I’m not fucking telling you anything, forget it.”
“Come on Hal, I never get anything exciting. I live for this shit.”
“Bullshit, you sleep with guys all the time. Talk about not getting anything, Cooper and I haven’t had good sex since March…It’s fucking June Sloan!” I take another sip of my drink and set it on the table.
“I wouldn’t doubt that, is that why you and Ryland hooked up?”
I give into the conversation and say, “Yeah I guess you’re right. Cooper wasn’t fulfilling my needs so I decided to find it elsewhere. But Ry is much more than that. He is smart, easygoing, kind, and very very-”
“Hot. He is like hand fucking sculpted by God himself.”
I giggle, “Fucking facts.” I look around the restaurant and spot a bouquet of flowers on one of the tables. Cooper used to buy me a different kind of flower every week, then he said one day the store ran out and never brought another one home. “Ryland is the kind of guy that would be going about his day, and then randomly show up at your house with flowers. He makes you feel the butterflies and knees weak. Cooper has to try hard to do that, Ryland is effortless.”
My attention moves back to Sloan and she looks so invested in what I have to say, so I go further. “Cooper is good in bed, good with his hands and his tongue. But Ryland? I feel like I am wrapped up in love while getting fucked by the devil, and it feels like heaven meets hell in one bed.”
I see Sloan down her mimosa and then drop it on the table. “Holy balls, I want a man like that.”
“It’s way more complicated than that. I love Cooper but I-”
“Say it, Hallie.”
I hesitate, not knowing if this is truly how I feel or the mimosas talking. “I don’t know how I feel about Ryland.”
“Mmh, sure babe. The fucking waiter even knows you love Ryland.”
The waiter looks over in our direction and gives a hesitant but honest shrug and nod yes.
I clear my throat and say, “Love is a strong word, Sloan.”
“Then don’t fuck him so strongly and I won’t use strong words.”
I down the rest of my drink knowing she is right. I have a fucked life and a even more fucked decision to make at the end of the week.
…
I pulled my car into the driveway and noticed Cooper’s truck. He had told me earlier he was planning on going to his parents house to visit with his grandparents.
I started inside and immediately found Cooper standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. I walk past him to the fridge and wave in his direction, still irritated from last night. I grab a water bottle from the cabinet and fill it with water and ice.
“I’m going to go workout on the patio,” I say.
Cooper walks around to me and rests his hands on my waist and attempts to kiss me.
“Babe you smell like bourbon. It’s ten in the morning, have you been drinking?” Cooper
may be a drunk sometimes, but he never drinks in the morning. He leans into me more, ignoring my question. “Cooper, stop. Please answer me.”
He stops and pulls back, clearly annoyed by my uninterested attitude. “Yes, I have been drinking. Do you have a problem with that?”
“I have a problem with it when it is ten in the morning.”
“Fucking hypocrite, Sloan sent me a picture of your mimosas. If you can drink, I can drink.” He leans against the counter crossing his arms.
I sign then say, “I had one, and you’re right that’s hypocritical. But it’s different when you’re drinking what seems to be half a fucking bottle of bourbon.” I move towards the sliding door to the patio avoiding the conversation.
Cooper walks after me and grabs my waist to flip me around. His lips instantly land on mine. Engulfing me into a french kiss swiping his tongue with mine times over again. I try to pull away but with every resistance he pulls me in.
I quickly realize that I won’t be able to pull away from this. To (hopefully) make it go faster I wrap my arms around his neck and hoist myself around his waist. He smiles through our kisses and pulls away to examine my face.
“Baby you are going to make the best wife.” I kiss him to say thank you and he thanks be back. Cooper thanks me over and over again until I can’t breathe anymore.
“Cooper,” I moaned into his mouth. I tug on his shirt, silently telling him that I want more.
In response he hoists me back up to regrip my ass, hard. He moves his hands under my shorts and slides them into my panties. I give a heavy breath, attempting to make him hard.
He quickly carries me into our bedroom and plops me onto the mattress. Without hesitation he tears off my sports bra and top before ever laying a hand on any other part of me.
Once he starts kissing on my tits and my stomach, I start to miss Ryland. The way he would make me come within seconds of touch. I start to imagine Ryland as Cooper, kissing below my belly and tugging on my shorts.
Ryland kisses my bikini line, while his hands work on my tits, he starts to beg me for access.
I hear Cooper moan into my skin. “Baby you feel so nice.”
His hand moves into my pants and I lift my hips up to make the access easier. He tears off my shorts and I grab onto his shoulders for support.
I think of what Ryland’s presence would be like in this moment:
Ryland’s hair feels soft in between my fingers.
Ryland’s lips taste sweet and hot.
Ryland’s clothes on the floor smell like Carolina Herrera cologne.
Ryland’s eyes look like the blue of the sea while scanning my body.
Ryland’s voice moaning into my skin sounds warm and deep.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he presses his length into me.
“Holy fuck, I moan into she sheets as Cooper flips me over onto my stomach.
My back gets pressed down into an arching position and his cock pressed into my leg, revealing the actual length of his cock. I press my legs into a child’s yoga pose and throw my ass in the air.
His hands find the back of my neck and he directs me to take all of him.
“Hallie baby, I want you to beg for my cock, can you do that?”
Deep down I want to say no, so I imagine Ryland coaching me.
“Hallie, you look so sexy when you take in all of me.” He pushes the hair out of my face. “Beg for me baby.”
Cooper starts to get irritated at my hesitation, is cock starts to get softer. I quickly gather my thoughts together and revert back to him.
“Cooper please,” I moan. “I want your hard cock inside of me baby.”
Cooper starts to smile and he gets hard again. “That’s my baby, moan for me Hallie.” He sticks his two fingers inside of me and starts thrusting. “You want to feel my nice cock don’t you?”
“God yes Cooper, please.”
I reach my hand around to his thigh and tug on him, gesturing for him to start
thrusting into me.
“Hallie just wait babygirl-”
“Fuck no Cooper, you’re going to fuck me right now. I need this baby. Wedding planning has made me so tired and-”
“I’m all yours baby.” Before he finishes his sentence he pushes his entire cock into me and I jolt, remembering what Ryland felt like.
He thrusts into me harder each time. I feel his hands guide me on my back with each thrust and he moans into my ear.
“You’re taking all of me like a good girl.”
His breath feels hot on my back, the excitement rushes through me like a comet. I moaned then, tilted my head back, arching even sexier. His hands clamp on my waist, then move–one going to cup my ass, the other sliding to my clit.
This–this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies…
His tongue slid down my back all the way to my ass as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I grasped, my back arching.
“Hallie,” he said against my lips after he flipped me back over. My name is like a prayer more devout than any other name he had against his lips once before.
His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.
I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered.
“Hallie baby, I’m coming.” He takes my hand and motions for me to give his cock a hand job. I do as he says, cutting off my own climax in order to satisfy Cooper. “Baby, this feels so great– you feel so great.” He says as he takes his hands off of me and starts to get up off the bed. He goes into the bathroom and I, unsatisfied, grab my vibrator again.
I work at my clit again, signaling for my orgasm to come back. Once my legs start to shake and I reach it, Cooper comes barging out of the bathroom.
“Hallie, can you go wash my clothes, I need my shit washed before the bachelor party tonight.”
I take my vibrator out and a sigh of defeat washes over me.
I’m marrying this guy, I think to myself. I have to get used to his way of life.
I sit up in the bed and pull my bra over my head and he stands in the doorframe staring at me.
“Were you just using a vibrator?” His eyes narrowed on my every move like I did something wrong.
“Yes Cooper, I didn’t finish during our time so I tried to finish on my own.” The rest of my clothes manage to come on before he responds.
“Well in this household I am the man. The man finishes first, the man eats first, the man does whatever the hell the man wants to fucking do. If you have a problem with that, Sloan has a nice fucking apartment that can have your name on it. You’re now my wife and you will respect me as a wife should.”
The nonchalant expression on his face gave me every reason to leave him, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. We have only lived together for a short amount of time, so getting used to the traditional man of the house mentality he grew up with, will get some getting used to.
I stand up from the bed and inch towards him. “I understand you grew up that way and you expect me to be at your beck and call. I need to think about all of this, you’re right Sloan is there for me, in fact I need to go talk to her about my bridal shower for tomorrow.” I let out a sigh, trying to find the capacity to breathe. I moved past him and out of the bedroom in search of my phone.
“Hallie, are you saying we aren’t getting married? Because-”
“You blow everything up into a bigger mess than it has to be. I’m not leaving you, I just need time for myself.”
He charges into the kitchen and surprisingly wraps his arms around my waist. “Baby, I love you so much, let me make it up to you tonight.”
I hesitate before leaning in to kiss him, he still smells like bourbon. I pull away from the wet kiss he lands on me and then say, “I’ll be home around six tonight.” I kiss him on the cheek, gather my purse and keys then head out to the car and start the engine; leaving Cooper and my dignity at the door.
…
When I drive up to the house, I look to make sure that there is no one here except his car. The white Tacoma sits at the foot of the garage; the house is painted gray and the only light that is on is coming from his dining room.
I shoot him a quick text to know I am parked outside and moments later he gives me the okay to approach the front door.
I walk up to the door and let myself in; I kick off my tennis shoes and set my purse and keys on the dining table.
“Ry?” I call out as I start to enter his living area. I had been in his house many times before for poker nights and dinners, but this time felt different.
“Hallie, I’m in the kitchen. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I took a seat on his couch and waited for him to come in. When he finally did he carried in two glasses of what looked like water and a snack.
He handed me my glass of water and sat down next to me. His hair swept to the side of his face, dramatizing his blue eyes. His beauty mark presented in between his eye and his hairline. I remember seeing the hickey I gave him yesterday on his collar bone, but by today it is gone.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder and I set my head on his shoulder.
“Ry-” I whimpered.
“Shh, just a few more moments.” His voice is calm and collected, like he already knew what I was about to say.
We sat intertwined for a few moments more, before he finally broke the silence. “What did he do?” He grit through his teeth, the topic of Cooper and I has just recently been a trigger for him.
I sat up straight and turned to face him, seeing Ryland calms my nerves more than anything nowadays; why I came straight here instead of going to Sloan’s.
“We had sex, but that’s not what I want to tell you,” I took a deep breath, drowning myself in his ocean eyes. His face focused onto me trying to solve the puzzle of why I am here. “I thought of you.”
“Hallie, I think of you all the time,” he chuckled. “Why is this any different?”
I peer down at my drink and then back up to him, “I imagined that you were the one fucking me and not Cooper.” The embarrassment rose up and I was left with a tear trickling down my face. I wiped it quickly, hoping for him not to notice, but I was too slow. Ryland pulled me closer to him and set my head on his chest. His heartbeat synced with mine as we breathed together.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Through my sobs, I managed to get out, “When I was thinking of you, yes.”
“No Hallie, did you enjoy it?” His tone is more straightforward this time.
“No,” I cried. “He got up and left, then I tried to finish with my vibrator and he went all Mr. Man of the house on me.” I softly sniveled as he rubbed my back.
“Baby you’re gonna have to go more in detail with what he said.”
His heartbeat evened back out with mine and I sat back up, ready to explain. “He was drinking bourbon, he lectured me on how I was a hypocrite for telling him not to drink in the morning but I had mimosas. He then pushed himself onto me when I kept saying no but then I finally gave in. In order to get through sex with him I had to imagine Cooper was you.” I took a heavy breath of defeat. “I feel awful Ry, I feel like a traitor.”
Ryland’s hand caressed my knee as I finished my spiel. His eyes turned sympathetic and mine filled with more tears.
“I don’t know what to say.”
I let out a chuckle, “For the first time I left Ryland Storm speechless.”
He lifts a smile, “Hallie trust me it’s not the first time.”
Today, if I have to admit, has been pretty shitty; sitting here talking to Ryland, has been the utmost best part. Somehow discussing the unholy thoughts I have about Ryland while I am with Cooper, is peaceful for me.
Ryland and I were never that close, but when Cooper started sleeping with his secretary, Ryland and I started connecting. Till this day Cooper doesn’t know that I know about his affair with little miss Laura Garner. A couple days later, Sloan had sent me a screenshot of Laura’s Facebook relationship status; it had been switched to In A Relationship With @CooperJBryton6. I remember not flipping out because I was fantasizing about Ryland. It wasn’t until a month after Cooper and Laura that Ryland and I kissed for the first time. I was venting to Ryland and Sloan at a bar one night about Laura and how fucked up her Facebook status was. Sloan went to dance with some guy and Ryland and I got close. A couple weeks after that was out first fuck, from that point on, Ryland was the one that I got wet for.
Ryland pulled me into his chest and I laid my head on him. There were a few moments where Ryland would make conversation, but the majority of the time was spent talking through our heartbeats.
…
“Hallie, shit shit shit. Baby wake up, it’s almost five-thirty.” I feel Ryland’s hand’s shake my shoulder’s as I flutter my eyes open.
I lift my head off the couch pillow and look around to find Ryland. He is moving into the kitchen with the waters and snacks in hand. “Hallie, baby, I need you to wake up,” He yells from the kitchen.
I make my way to my feet, while fluffing the pillows. “I’m awake, how long did I sleep for?”
“A solid four hours, did you not sleep last night?” Ryland says as he walks back into the living room.
“No, Cooper was snoring and tossing and turning all around last night. It was awful.”
“Well I’m glad you had a rest, it’s almost six.”
I turned to him and tilted my head, “I thought you said it was five-thirty.”
He grinned, “Yes, it is. I wanted to leave you time to get fully awake before heading home.”
I walked up to him and landed my hands on his belt. “It’s not six yet.” His eyes lit up and lifted me up around his waist.
“I didn’t want to assume you came over here to fuck me, but this is all I’ve had on my mind since you walked in that door.”
In less than a second, his tongue was pressing against my lips, begging for access. His forehead pressed against mine, his eyebrows furrowed while kissing me more passionately than he ever has before.
He pulled away from me and looked at my lips as if they were magnets to his. “Hallie Baker, you’re in trouble now.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him harder. Ryland carried me over to the kitchen counter and planted me down on the floor. He kissed me a while longer, and I gave in, wanting more.
Bzz Bzz
He pulled away and pulled out his phone from his pocket. “Shit, sorry Hallie.” He began to text on it and then he backed up and set it on the counter.
My eyes stayed on him as he leaned his elbows onto the counter. “What happened?”
He looked at me with apologetic eyes. “My sister is on her way over, I feel bad kicking you out.”
I gave a little laugh and then rested my head on his shoulder, “Ry, I thought something was seriously wrong.”
“No no, Ada just wanted to come over and say hi. I just feel bad making you leave.”
“Ada? I thought you had a sister Delaney?”
He chuckled, “I actually have five sisters, I’m the only guy.”
“Five? Holy shit, the estrogen was high in that house.”
He laughs and then faces me, pulling me into his chest. “Delaney is the oldest, she is a social worker in New York.” I nod, gesturing to tell me more. “Then there is Maya, she and her husband tour the states making money off their art shows. Then there is me, the hot shot of the family.” We both laugh, knowing it is probably true. “Harper and Cameron are twins. Harper is a teacher at Seattle Elementary, and Cam is a nurse at the city hospital. Fun fact, Harper has two twin girls named Haven and Camilla. My mother had a kick out of that.” I giggle in awe knowing he has two little nieces. “Then Adalynn, is the youngest. She just graduated highschool and now is saving up to open her own boutique one day. And she is a dog mom to Precious.”
Knowing Ryland has been around girls his entire life and has nieces, is a huge turn on. Something about a man who loves and respects women, makes me wet just thinking about it.
“Ryland, they sound wonderful. Do you see them often?”
“Not as much as I’d like. My parents live in New York along with Delaney, I see them for major holidays but nothing more. Maya and her husband are always on the road but they come around for Christmas. The twins and Ada live in Seattle so I see them a good bit, with the exception of Cam’s busy schedule.” He looks down at me and kisses my head. “I don’t know much about your family, what’s up with them?”
I sigh and then cuddle back into him. “My mother is currently on her way here from Aruba, she is a retired marine biologist and travels the world to talk about her lifelong research. She isn’t around a lot but she keeps in touch.” I dip my head down and release a deep breath. “To put it simply, my father is a drunk. He left when I was eighteen and only reaches out when he needs money.” Ryland grips me tighter silently saying all the reassurance I need. “I’m better without him.” I look back up to him and give him a smile. “I’m an only child, with the exception of the children my mother fostered when I was young.”
“Your mom fostered children? That’s cool!”
“Yeah, my mom always wanted to help out where she could.”
Bzz Bzz
He looks down at his phone and straightens his lips. “Ada is going to be here in five, you should probably go.”
“Yeah, Cooper is waiting for me anyways.” I release him and then walk towards the door. “Hey Ry, if anyone asks, I was at Sloan’s today.”
He nods his head and I grab my things and move to my car. When I get into the car, I text Sloan quickly.
Hey, if anyone asks, I was at your apartment today. TTYL, Love you.
She instantly responds with a thumbs up emoji, Thank God she always has by back, think to myself.
I start the engine and drop my head to the steering wheel. He loves and respects women, than sexy damn man.
…
“Cooper, we cannot afford this place.” I said as my jaw dropped to the floor. The chandelier dropped down when we entered the lobby, the floor covered in marble and my dress shimmered in the light. “I feel so underdressed.” My dress hung down to my mid thigh, covered in red shimmery sequence. Accompanied by the jet black heals and (clearly fake) gold necklace that sat right about by breasts.
“Babe, you’re my bride this week, I need to spoil you a little bit.” Cooper took my hand, and I scanned him up and down. His black sports jacket slightly covered his white button down. His handsome looks tying everything together nicely.
The waitress called our names and directed us to our table, when we sat down Cooper ordered us two cocktails.
“Thank you for tonight, I appreciate you taking me out to dinner,” I say as I take a sip of my drink.
“You know, babe, this wedding is going to be tough to pull off and-”
“Cooper, can we not talk about the wedding, I just want to talk about us tonight.” He smiles and nods.
We open our menus and he pipes up, “Try not to get something super expensive tonight, this reservation cost me an arm.”
I tossed my menu away from me and my eyes popped out of my head. “How much did you pay for this? Cooper our fucking wedding is at the end of the week, you can’t be spending money like we used to.”
“Hallie, relax. It was fifty for the reservation. Just try to order something on the appetizer menu, everything will be okay.”
I groaned and then picked up the menu again, just as I did our waitress came around the corner and to our table.
“Hello, I’m Bailey by the way. Can I start you off with some appetizers?” Her copper red hair hung just at her shoulders and her pregnant belly hung over her feet. Both bounced when she talked. Bouncy Bailey, I laughed.
Cooper set his menu down and turned to her, his eyes inching up every part of her body. She does look like his secretary he was fucking a while ago, maybe that is his type? I’m just his house wife and baby momma type.
“We will both have the smoked salmon with green beans-”
“Actually I will just have a side salad,” I interrupted. Cooper looked proud of me for getting a salad. I swear he thinks I am fucking obese.
Bouncy Bailey wrote a little bit in her notepad, eyes still on Cooper, and she smiled. “Alright, I will have that out for you guys. Anything else I can get you?”
I think I could get you and my fiancé a fucking room instead of your eyes undressing each other out in public.
“No thank you,” I said to Bouncy Bailey and grabbed Cooper’s hand in a seductive way.
Is this how I am supposed to act towards my fiancé? Instead of course fucking his best friend? Damn, life can be fucking weird sometimes.
“Baby, are you jealous?” Cooper says to me.
“The fuck? No I’m not, I just didn’t like how she was looking at you.”
Cooper fingers my hand and his eyes drop to my cleavage, “You’re so sexy when you’re jealous.”
I laugh, actually turned on by him. “I want to have good sex with you tonight, I want to scream your name.”
Cooper’s finger’s speed up while fucking my hand, “I’ll slide my cock into your perfect pussy any day.”
I lick my lips and then release my hand from his, his eyes look back to my hand as if he misses it already.
“You’re so easy Cooper Bryton.”
“You’re so sexy Hallie soon-to-be Bryton.”
I smirk at his cringeness but deep down I love it. A little bit of time and flirting when by and my stomach grew hungry. Bouncy Bailey brought around our food and Cooper dug into his almost immediately.
“Babe, are you going to eat? I paid a shit ton for this and if you’re not going to eat then-”
“Cooper, relax, I’m just taking it all in. This was a sweet gesture and I can’t believe we are getting married this week.”
He smiles and reaches for my hand, “I love you baby.”
I latched onto him, “I love you too.”
We started eating our food and Bouncy Bailey came around to our table a few more times. Once we were finished she brought our bill and without me asking how much it was or if I could help out, Cooper shoved his credit card in the tab and moved on with our conversation.
“Are you ready to go home Hallie?” He smiled, flashing his charming teeth.
I began to stand up from my chair and nodded. Cooper reached down to take one last bite of his salmon as I tugged on my light jacket. This was so sweet for him to take me here tonight, it really got my mind off of Ryland and the wedding.
I looked over at Cooper and his eyes began to roll back, his skin reddening, becoming puffy, his body convulsing.
“Oh my fucking god, Cooper!” I ran over to him trying to see what was wrong. “Cooper, breath! Cooper!”
Bouncy Bailey ran over to us, and held his head up for him while he coughed. “Sir, can you speak to us?”
I gave a death stare to Bouncy Bailey, “No he clearly cannot speak.” I reverted my attention back to Cooper and placed my fingers on his wrist to check his heartbeat. “Shit shit shit. I’m losing his pulse.”
My head swung in the direction of everyone else in the restaurant. “SOMEBODY CALL 911!”
