I’m doing this.
I’m going to tell Yosh the truth.
Chapter thirteen
Yosh
Sitting here, sorting through the mess in my head, I realize how far I am from the person I want to be. Maybe never will be.
Terrence set a trap and I walked right into it, all because I can’t control my emotions. If only I could shut them off like a light switch, maybe I could have saved myself from this downfall.
Tom breaking down was perfect for him. Terrence took his opportunity and I was too blind to see that Tom was just bait.
He wanted me to lose my shit in front of my coworkers. That was his plan all along. If Erin hadn’t stepped in, I would have been fired on the spot.
If this is going to be business as usual, I don’t want the position anymore. Then again, the thought of Terrence as my superior would be hell. So the way I see it, this job is turning into a game of eat or be eaten. Or I could just quit, pack my stuff and disappear. Do what I’ve always done. It’s easy.
Except, I don’t want that life anymore. I want to stay and settle down.I deserve that.
Facing Tom, I catch him smiling at me. The last rays of sunlight caressing his features and setting his hair ablaze in a thousand shades of gold. He looks like a sun god, though there’s something sad in his eyes. His smile disappears like the last traces of amber in the ocean.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I want to talk. I need to talk, because if I don’t, I know for sure it will hurt me again tonight.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
Again he shakes his head, burying his feet deeper in the sand.
“Take your time,” I say gently.
“Oh god, I don’t even know where to start.”
“You don’t need to do this now if you’re not ready.”
“Yeah, I have to. It’s time.”
He moves his palm over the sand until it rests on my fingers. I flinch.
“Do you mind? I like...I like the contact...”
Don’t.
“...I’m that kind of person,” Tom adds, almost hesitant.
Said one touch-starved person to the other.
I give him a faint smile. “It’s fine. You can hold my hand.”
A mummified mitten doesn’t count.
He sighs, focusing on the horizon.
“Half Moon Wolves,that first year after our breakthrough was surreal. Nonstop gigs across the UK, every weekend blurring into the next. Suddenly we were touring all over Europe, then Jay fell in love and, just like that, Amsterdam had become our new home. He called it a base, but we all knew he just wanted to be close to his girlfriend. Not that we cared. After growing up in poverty in Scotland, a fresh start felt like the kind of change we all needed. And in many ways, it was.”
I was right, his childhood in Scotland was just the beginning. He’s about to dig deeper now.
"How did you feel about moving to Amsterdam?"
