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So much pain swims in his northern-light eyes when he opens them. “Can we try?”
“Try what exactly?”
“To be something again?”
“I won’t go back to how it was. I don’t want to be that girl ever again, and you can’t undo damage that’s already been done.”
He nods. “I don’t want it to be like it was before either. And I don’t think it can be, because you’re not the same. I mean, last night you were—”
I arch a brow, and he drops his head, blowing out a long breath before he shifts course. “Maybe we could try to be something better, something . . . equal?”
“Do you think that’s possible?” I’m not asking to be difficult, or a bitch, but because I honestly don’t know. I made him into a god as a child and never really stopped believing he was, when truly, he’s as fallible as the rest of us.
“All I know is that it’s torture being this close to you and feeling like you’re forever out of reach. I wanted to get over you, but I can’t, and I don’t know if I ever will, so please, can we just try?”
“What are you going to say to Maverick?”
“Nothing he doesn’t already know, even though he pretends otherwise.”
He’s not wrong. Maverick has always known there’s something between us, and yet he’s never once said anything. “And River?”
“I figure you can handle him.” He bites the inside of his lip, fighting a smile.
I turn my head and huff a laugh. “Making coffee and pulling a box of cereal out of a cupboard doesn’t erase all the awful things you’ve said and done.”
“I know.” He reaches across the table, palm up. “I’m so tired of trying to make you hate me. I just want to love you again, but better this time.”
I line my fingers up with his, the tips touching. “I don’t need to be saved anymore, Kodiak. I slay my own dragons now.”
He curls his pinkie around mine and nods.
And we begin again.Chapter Twenty-SixLet Me Back in
Lavender
Present day
IRONICALLY, NEITHER OF my brothers is home this morning, so Kodiak and I end up driving in together in my car. It’s weird at best. He doesn’t make any snide, shitty comments. In fact, he doesn’t say much at all, but I can tell by the way he keeps his hands on his knees that he’s seriously anxious.
“Talk,” I tell him.
“Huh?”
“What’s eating at you?” I point to his legs.
“I don’t know. Everything, I guess.”
“Want to get a little more specific?”
“I don’t know how to be around you. I want to touch you, but I don’t think I’m allowed to yet.” He runs his hands up and down his thighs.
“You would be correct.”
He nods and blows out a breath. “I need to earn your trust again.”
“You do,” I agree. “And we don’t even really know each other anymore, Kodiak. What if you don’t like this version of me?”
“I already like this version of you. I like that you don’t take shit. I like that you’re strong and independent and that you know what you want. I like that despite knowing what’s best for you, you still took into consideration what was best for River when you decided you were going to live in that house with them this year, and that you deferred declaring your major so you could get a handle on things first. I like that you won’t just forgive me and let it all go. And even though I have no idea whether or not you’ll ever really be able to forgive me, this is the most at peace I’ve felt in a lot of years.”
That he’s paid attention gives me hope that maybe we can be a better version of us. Something new and redefined. I pull into the lot and find a spot near the back, shifting the car into park and cutting the engine. “Why is it like this with us?”
“I don’t know, but fighting it has been torture.” He places his hand palm-down on the center console and splays his fingers out. I spot the small infinity sign tattooed into the webbing between his ring and middle finger on his left hand.
I trace the sign on the back of his hand. “When did you get that?”
“Christmas break two years ago.” He flips his hand over again, his expression hopeful.
“Why?” I slide my fingers between his, and he curls them around mine, squeezing gently.
“I needed a reminder so I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.”
“Mistake?”
“Thinking I could handle being near you without fucking things up.” He stares at our twined hands. “I don’t think I ever got over that night at the carnival. I knew we should’ve waited for you and River, and we didn’t, and then you went missing. It was the longest hour of my life, Lavender, and after . . . none of us was ever the same. You weren’t the same. But when I figured out I could help you with the anxiety, it felt like I got you back, that we were connected again, and I didn’t want to lose that. So I did everything I could to keep you close, and by doing that, I screwed us both up. After we moved, I thought it would get easier, but it never did. And then you stopped answering my messages, and I figured you’d realized how bad I was for you.”
