12. Cairo
“ J ax?”
His name barely audible as it comes from my throat. He’s here, staring down at me. After seven years of nothing. No contact at all. Practically radio fucking silence.
“Cairo, please let me expl-”
“Explain!?” I instantly push him away, my palms hitting his solid chest. “Explain what!” I shout again. This anger bubbling up inside of me is so confusing. I gave up on this, on us and on him all those years ago. “That I haven’t seen you in seven years? That you just… You just-”
“Please calm-”
I point in his face. “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” Running my hands over my face I begin to laugh, mostly from the shock of seeing my brother’s best friend alive and standing in front of me. The man I fell in love with at twenty and the man I never got over.
“I looked for you.” The words getting stuck in my throat. Strangling me.
“I know, baby. I’m-” He takes a step towards me, but I back up instantly. Feeling so exposed.
“Don’t call me, baby!” I counter. Stepping away from him. “If you knew it was me, why wouldn’t you just tell me!?” I shout, slamming my palms against his chest.
“Cairo, look at me, let me explain everything to you please, I-”
The minute the word flies from my mouth I regret it. Because I do want to hear him out. But I’m too hurt to care right now.
“Trojan!” My eyes trained on him, tears building at the lash line and everything becoming blurry. Pausing, he takes a few steps back. Standing stock still with his hands behind his back. And even though I know he will abide by the use of my safe word, I’m even sadder that he in fact didn’t follow me.