Olivia Cunning - Tell Me

“Do you want to accompany me and Nikki on our girls’ day out?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Perhaps he’d been a bit hasty. He did get to spend the entire day with Melanie, checking out the local flavor and stealing kisses, touches, and glances from the woman who had stolen his heart. He had to steal moments with Melanie because Nikki never left the woman’s side. Melanie offered him apologetic smiles, but he understood why she indulged Nikki’s every whim that day. Even if it did put a damper on their limited time together. By the time the trio headed to the arena so Gabe could prepare for the concert that evening, he was exhausted. Exhausted from lack of sleep and exhausted from keeping up with two women with a credit card. He left them on the tour bus, eyeing his bunk with weary longing, but went to do his sound check. Maybe he could catch a nap afterwards. And maybe, just maybe, Melanie would join him. Without Nikki.

“Hey, man.” An employee of the arena stopped him as he walked down one of the echoing hallways. “You’re that guy from last night.”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you the one who tried to beat up Dick Bailey for hurting your sister?”

Sometimes he wished he was less recognizable. Now everyone would know he got his ass kicked by a douche bag. “She wasn’t my sister,” Gabe said. “Just a friend.”

“Some of the other fighters heard what you accused him of and beat the ever-loving shit out of that guy.”

“They did?”

“Yeah.”

“I would have liked to have seen that.” Since he’d mostly been seeing stars.

“You taking him on like that was pretty badass,” the guy said.

“Badass or stupid?”

“Badass,” the guy assured him. “Everyone is talking about it.”

Gabe didn’t feel badass, but he’d take his accolades when he could get them. “Thanks.”

A slight smile on his face, Gabe headed to the stage to beat on something that never hit back.

After sound check, Gabe paused at the top of the tour bus steps, smiling at the obvious closeness between the two friends. Nikki sat on the kitchen counter with Melanie standing between her legs. Melanie’s arms were wrapped loosely around Nikki’s waist, and Nikki’s arms were resting on Melanie’s shoulders, her hands linked together behind Melanie’s head.

“We had fun today, didn’t we?” Nikki said, looking positively giddy with happiness.

“Yeah.” Melanie chuckled. “I think we melted my credit card with all that swiping, but it was fun.”

“Mel?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“I love you,” Nikki gushed. “I don’t think you’ll ever realize how much.”

“I love you too.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

Eyes closed, Nikki leaned forward and kissed Melanie. Not a peck on the cheek. Not a friendly brush of her lips on Melanie’s. A deep, open-mouthed, let-me-introduce-your-tonsils-to-my-tongue, sexually charged kiss.

Suddenly light-headed, Gabe stumbled backwards down the stairs, catching the handrail at the last minute. It was the only thing that saved his ass from meeting the pavement.

Regaining his footing, he stood outside the bus, thinking he should be angry, that he should be livid that Melanie had been hiding her romantic entanglement with Nikki from him. But he mostly felt a hollow ache in his chest and unbelievably stupid for not believing the signs. He’d recognized them—and they’d haunted him while he’d lain awake the night before—but he hadn’t believed them.

Apparently he should have trusted his gut.

Friends didn’t have the kind of dependent relationship that Nikki and Melanie shared. No simple friend would put up with Nikki’s drama for as long as Melanie had, not unless she had deep, romantic feelings for her. Roommates didn’t sleep in the same bed, cuddled together like lovers. People with platonic relationships didn’t kiss the way he’d just seen the two of them kiss.

Jesus, no wonder Nikki had kept trying to talk Gabe into a threesome. The two women probably picked up guys and did it all the time. He was just the latest dupe.

Melanie had played him for a complete fool.

And she had actually made him fall in love with her. The fucking bitch.

Melanie pulled away from Nikki’s kiss and stared at her in astonishment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I told you,” Nikki said, her big blue eyes suddenly flooded with tears. “I love you, Mel. I love you. You said you love me too.”

“Nikki,” Melanie said. “Honey, you’re confused. You’re not attracted to me. We’re just friends.”

Nikki dropped her chin to her chest and whimpered like a wounded animal. “But you must love me, Mel. You’re the only one I care about who has never hurt me. The only one.”

Melanie swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing she was going to have to hurt Nikki now, when she was at her most vulnerable. Melanie was not interested in a romantic relationship with Nikki, and she didn’t know if there was a way to salvage their friendship with this on the table. She should have recognized the signs. She’d honestly thought that when Nikki made sexual advances toward her—and she’d been making them more and more frequently—that she’d just been playing around. It had never occurred to her that her best friend—a woman —could be sexually attracted to her. She was having a hard time processing that reality.

“Do you remember why we became friends?” Melanie asked her.

Nikki sniffed. “You mean when we were little?” she said in a tiny voice.

“Yeah. We met in the park. You were sitting under a bush, sobbing. Remember?”

Nikki swallowed and nodded. Melanie lifted a hand to brush Nikki’s hair back, but thought better of it. She clenched her hand into a loose fist and dropped it to her side. Melanie did love Nikki as more than a friend. She loved her like the little sister she’d never had. Someone to take care of. To defend. To cherish.

“I went over to see what was wrong and you had this huge bruise on your face,” Melanie said.

“My stepfather was an abusive son of a bitch.”

“But that wasn’t why you were crying. Do you remember why you were crying?”

Nikki nodded again. “I had found a beautiful blue butterfly. I held it so gently and stroked its velvety wings. And it died right there in my hand.”

“We spent the rest of that summer chasing live butterflies in the park.”

Nikki smiled. A slightly watery smile, but a genuine one. “And every time you caught one, you’d put it in my hair and say I was beautiful. No one had ever told me that before. Or made me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, Nikki. Not just on the outside, on the inside. I knew it from the moment I saw you crying over a dead bug.”

“Butterfly,” Nikki corrected. “I wouldn’t cry over a beetle. Well, maybe if it was a lady bug.”

Melanie laughed. She so wanted to give Nikki a hearty squeeze, but a line had been crossed, and Melanie knew she had to be careful not to give Nikki the wrong message.

“I was sad when you moved away,” Melanie said.

“Yeah, well, sometimes abusive sons-of-bitches beat your mother to death and you’re sent to live with your alcoholic father.”

The alcoholic father who had sexually molested her for six years, but Nikki didn’t have to say it. Melanie was very aware of Nikki’s past. She just wished she could have been there for Nikki at the time, to help put her back together.

“I thank God that we ended up going to the same college,” Melanie said. “It must have been fate.”

Nikki dropped her head. “Not fate so much as me stalking your social media pages.”