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Chapter 27
The Sorry Excuse
Cash is waiting in my room while I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my lower lip trembling. I haven't stripped off my clothes or changed out of the bathing suit underneath yet. I've just been staring at myself, wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do.
My body is still crawling with Wilder's touch. My lips are raw from his kisses and down there is soaked from the pleasure he teased out of me.
"Can we talk?" That's all Cash said after the excruciating hug he gave me in front of Wilder.
I wanted to tell Cash the truth. That I'm in love with his best friend. But Wilder slowly backed away and headed home. My eyes followed him until he was out of sight. Then, I panicked. I didn't know what to say or do. I still don't know. I haven't said a word to Cash.
I know I can't stay in here forever. I can't ignore Cash or the reason he's home early from his backpacking trip. I have to face it. I just wish I could face it with Wilder by my side.
My phone is sitting on the marble sink. I grab it and call Wilder.
He answers on the first ring. "Everything okay?"
I take a deep breath before tears spring to my eyes, wanting to be back at the creek in our blissful bubble.
"No. I don't know what to do."
"Have you talked to him?" Wilder's deep voice echoes through the phone.
"No," I say as I grip the sink with my hand. "I'm in the bathroom hiding."
He exhales heavily and I can feel the weight on his shoulders coming through the line. "You need to talk to him."
Walls. He's already putting up those goddamn walls. "I don't know what to say."
"Let him do the talking."
"Wilder," my heart squeezes in my chest. "I love you."
"I know, Blondie," he replies.
"Can I come over after he leaves?" I ask.
"I, uh, don't think that's a good idea," he responds.
I wrap my free arm around my waist, knowing he's slowly going to start pulling away. "Tomorrow then?"
Wilder clicks his tongue. "We should keep our distance for now."
"So, that's it then?" I laugh in disbelief. "Cash comes back and it's just over?"
"I have to go," he says.
"Fine," I snap.
"Don't be like that, Blondie," he sighs.
"Goodbye, Wilder." I angrily click the red End button on the screen and turn to face myself in the mirror.
Tempestuous tears are forming, but I will them away. I'm angry—so angry—at Cash right now. He left. He upended my world. Now he's back doing it all over again.
I change out of my clothes quickly and slip into a pair of leggings and an oversized tee. I'm not dressing up for Cash. I'm not even sure why I let him inside.
"What do you want?" I ask him when I walk back into my room and see that he's sitting on my bed.
