In this moment, my entire world is just her.
At least I’m trying to convince myself it’s just this moment.
Collapsing onto the bed next to each other, she giggles as she scoots close to me, my arm coming around her, pulling her in, and she lies her head on my chest.
“Aren’t you afraid your besties gonna see my car in your garage?” she laughs.
“Had to ruin it by bringing up my bestie, huh?”
She laughs again, nodding her head. “I’ll close it. I gotta go get my bag, anyway.”
“Nah, you stay naked. I’ll run out and grab it.” She looks up at me, smirking and kissing me again.
She’s just looking at me smiling, and I tilt my head. “What?”
“I’m just…” she pauses, “really happy. I don’t remember the last time I felt this happy.”
I never understood it when people said their heart swelled until this moment. Looking at her as she stares up.
“I am too.” I whisper as I lean over and kiss her again. “Let me go get your bag now.” Scooting off the side, grabbing my jeans off the floor, and walking out the door. The worry sets in as I move out the front door, moving across the yard to my truck and pulling it into the driveway behind the garage.
Making my way to her car, I grab the bag from the passenger seat and back out.
A light shines off the door as it slides back down and I’m locking it.
“Shit,” I mutter to myself as I turn around. Not being able to see past the light until I’m rounding my truck and now confused as I’m looking at the bike sitting in my driveway.
“Z?”
Does he know Drew’s here, and this is it. This is how it comes out, and he’s about to beat the hell out of me.
I can see the distraught look on his face as he nods his head.
“Wh — what’s up?”
“She got married today.” His voice is hoarse as he says it.
“I know.”
“Did you go?” he looks up, and I can read all over his face what he’s hoping my answer will be. As if he’s pleading with me not to have betrayed him.
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Come on.” I tilt my head, smirking. “You know why.”
“No, I don’t.” He pauses. “Cause he’s a piece of shit.”
“Partially.” Walking towards the porch. “Mostly because someone who was once my best friend is hurting because of it.”
Sitting down on the steps, he slumps his head into his hands.
“I went.” He mumbles out.
“What?”
“I mean, I didn’t actually go to the wedding. I went to see her one last time.”
