Nate’s voice was heard from the distance, causing Vin to turn his head in that direction, watching as the kid strolled up to Jennifer and wrapped an arm around her. As usual, Nate had his signature -I know something you don’t know- expression while exchanging dialogue with her, although the fact that he liked to touch her as much as he did made Vincent uncomfortable enough.
“Hey numbnuts!” He blurted out in their direction, his voice echoing off the nearby trees and wooden shack.
“Do you happen to have a plan at this point, or are you just feeling up on my girl?”
It’s as though, at that moment, time froze enough for him to fully reflect on what the hell just happened.
Was this high school all over again?
He’d never really been the kind of guy who kept his feelings bottled up, at least not for long. If an issue arose that bothered him enough, he’d address it, whether or not anyone else cared to hear his opinion. In his own mind, he mattered, probably more so than he actually did, but the one thing he never owned up to was considering Jennifer his possession. Women had come and gone over the years: the users and abusers, rich and wanting, or those who were simply along for the wild ride that he and his philandering lifestyle would take them on day after day. And from what Vincent surmised of Jennifer's over life, she wanted it all, but not at the expense of herself or her pride. He wasn’t the one who should take that away from her.
Vin winced and turned his attention back to Christy, his face washed over with a bit of embarrassment.
“Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“Hey numbnuts!” He blurted out in their direction, his voice echoing off the nearby trees and wooden shack.
“Do you happen to have a plan at this point, or are you just feeling up on my girl?”
It’s as though, at that moment, time froze enough for him to fully reflect on what the hell just happened.
Was this high school all over again?
He’d never really been the kind of guy who kept his feelings bottled up, at least not for long. If an issue arose that bothered him enough, he’d address it, whether or not anyone else cared to hear his opinion. In his own mind, he mattered, probably more so than he actually did, but the one thing he never owned up to was considering Jennifer his possession. Women had come and gone over the years: the users and abusers, rich and wanting, or those who were simply along for the wild ride that he and his philandering lifestyle would take them on day after day. And from what Vincent surmised of Jennifer's over life, she wanted it all, but not at the expense of herself or her pride. He wasn’t the one who should take that away from her.
Vin winced and turned his attention back to Christy, his face washed over with a bit of embarrassment.
“Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”