Undead feelings

**Chrissy**

Egan offered to drop us at the main house since he would pass by Dayle’s job. I didn't say no, I mean I couldn't say no since the twins were more than excited to have him around. 
It was ‘Uncle E’ here, ‘Uncle E’ there. Kinda exhausting hearing his name over and over. 

Like, he disappeared into thin air and returned out of the fucking blue. 

Everything between Egan and I were strange. Like, I tried to grab some snacks for the twins at Walmart, and he just came through. 
I mean, I'm tall enough to grab it but he just had to be some ‘titan’ to get it. 

Everything about Egan had changed. He's totally mysterious and unsuspectingly keeps to himself. 

Yeah, people grow and mature over time. 

Later that night, I prepared dinner like I used to. I was waiting for Dayle so that we could talk and have dinner as always. 
And to share some good news with him. I got a job opening at a health event coming up next week and I'm going to be in charge of our district. 

One of those things to add to your resumé and qualifications. 

Eating from a bowl of popcorn watching Netflix’s Elite Spanish series—although with a subtitle—my phone buzzed. Taking a peek, it was Ken. 

“Hey, Ken Salazar!” My eyes rolled lazily when I answered the phone. 
  “Nah bitch, don't use the government strategy on me! Now why the guvi was your boyfriend heating my phone with calls earlier?” he asked, going straight to the point like he always does. 
  “Calling you? But he hasn't answered me though,” I let out, shocked. 
  “Really? Spill the T, what’s happening with you two? Is he suspecting—”
I heard the doorbell ring. 
  “Honey, I gotta answer the door. Someone’s at the door,” I spilled out, looking in the direction of the door. 
  “Who could that be?” Ken asked. 
  “I have no idea, honey!” I said, walking to the door. “Just hang on…” I said before unlocking the door. 
  “Hey!” I let out as soon as I saw Egan standing on the porch, his jacket over his shoulder. 
  “Can I come in?” he asked with an unbeatable frown. 
  “Sure,” I stepped out of the way as he walked off without looking back. 
When I closed the door, I pressed the phone to my ear. 
  “It was Egan,” 
  “Yeah, I figured,” Ken snapped. “The thing is, I'm not so sure it's a good idea keeping Egan in the house…” he pointed out. I knew he would come to that. 
Mom said the same thing earlier. 
I walked back to the living room and slumped on the couch, straightening the edge of my shorts. I tucked some popcorn into my mouth and continued. 
  “Stop being delusional,” I bit out. 
  “Delusional?” he repeated, I could picture his already sarcastic face right now.  “You are living with your boyfriend and ex-boyfriend! Girl, that's a homicide if you ask me,” He snapped. 
  “Well, Ken, I didn't ask!” I sighed. “I get your point and everything combined but I didn't invite him over, he just needed to crash somewhere and he made his way down here—his best friend is also here,” I explained even though my explanation was barely making sense. “Ken, I have to go,” I snapped when I heard light footsteps from the stairway. 
  “We have to talk about this once you come over for Mom’s birthday. This is not the end,” he indignantly stated. 
  “Yes, Ken! I love you, Ken,” I snapped, in a hurry to end the call. 
  “Love you too, Chriss!” he said and hung up. 

I sighed out of relief as Egan approached. 
  “Elite?” he voiced out and I spun to him and nodded. 
  “Right. You’ve seen it?”
  “Through a friend,” he said. “She called it her favorite all-time series ever since Ander and Omar’s love story spiraled. It's a vibe,” he added as he dropped next to me on the couch, holding a can of energy drink. 
  “Yeah, their relationship was rocky and heartwarming,” I added, unsure if the conversation was necessary. 

I mean, what Ken had just said was the right thing. He made a point. My ex-boyfriend and boyfriend are best friends and we literally live together. It's not one of the things I've envisioned. Not even close. 
  “How about Dayle? I thought that you guys were hanging out, he wouldn't respond to my texts or calls…” I pointed out, forcefully shoving the conversation about the movie under the rug. 
  “Um, I had to leave them. We got on the wrong foot about... something,” he explained, barely staring at me. 
  “Like what?” I sharply asked. “If you don't mind!” I added when I realised that I was being too nosy. 

He gulped his drink and blew out some air. “It was nothing, don't worry!” he said and even a toddler could tell that he was lying. 
  “I'm just gonna go to bed,” he let out softly. 
  “Don’t you... wanna watch anymore? I mean, it's worth binging and… you haven't told me what you've been since you traveled abroad—cutting ties too,” I said before I could pretend that I didn't say shit. 

Egan, carrying about that familiar charming aura, flashed a smile at me. Compared to how he showed up yesterday, he looked better today. 
  “It's nothing fascinating, Chriss,” he snapped. “I’ve been working on building my family’s franchise, you know how it is. And... I thought I should grab the opportunity once it came, you know?!” he shrugged lightly and looked away from me. “Certain things, certain people made me leave without a second thought. I needed to leave, Chriss!” he added, turning back to me with an almost invisible smile on his fine lips. 

“I know right?! I hope I wasn't one of those people or things,” I joked and he only smiled a bit. 

Shit! What if I was one of the reasons he left New York? I asked myself. 
But I'm not that special to Egan after everything that happened in high school, right?

I mean, we finished college and he took a transfer and vanished into thin air. Not even his best friends could reach him. What could have propelled him to do so?

A string of thoughts played in my mind like in a colosseum. 

“I don't know but I'm glad you came back,” I admitted, trying to keep a safe distance since he unconsciously grazed my arm with the tip of his fingers. 
  “I'm glad too,” he snapped. “I’m not sure if I'm gonna last long here, but I might just reconsider a few things and a few people…” said Egan, emptying his drink. 
I chuckled, “Few things and people speak volumes, bro! There's got to be something and I'm gonna unravel it,” I teased and then he chuckled. 
  “No, you won’t. You'll get burned,” he teased back, winking at me. 

Okay, that's the fucking ‘Qute Demon’ I know. 

“You know me, I play fire!” We laughed it off. “Something about you, Egan, is worth unraveling. You left with so much free spirit and returned as a mystery guy? That's what I'd like to binge,” I teased again and just casually laughed.

The doorbell rang out, interrupting us as we both stared at each other and then at the door. 
  “Dayle!” we said in unison. 

That was oddly cute. 

I rose to leave and then I mistook a step falling on Egan like a pathetic princess from Wonderland. And there, he wrapped me in, asking if I was okay. Concern lacing his pretty face. 

Now here’s the thing;
His touch, his warm breath behind my ear, his voice, and feeling his dick was altogether soothing and very, very, very familiar. 

Just like that, I remembered that one time in college…

“What's going on here?” 
We heard Dayle ask as I quickly sprang up, almost falling over again like a fucking clown. Meanwhile, Egan rose, straightening up, yet unfazed. 

“Someone start talking,” Dayle flared up with hints of frustration washing over him.