Part of me was grateful for those hours spent in the car, I thought as Tolliver's hand remained in mine. It would give me time to think about everything.
Especially, what I should do next.
Because I was definitely sure I was in love with Tolliver Stone.
I just didn't know how to tell him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Itried.
I really did.
Several times.
On the drive back, I was going to tell Tolliver. I was. But with Viola and Charlotte in the car, I thought it might be awkward. So, I waited, and apparently, all the waiting got to me. After we dropped them off at college, Tolliver and I were alone.
Every time I opened my mouth, the words got stuck in my throat.
That 40 minutes went by so fast.
The next thing I knew, I was saying goodbye to him, watching him wave at me before walking into his house.
I lost my chance.
But there would be others, I assured myself.
And I'd be ready.
Only...it wasn't that simple.
"So, have you talked to him since you got back?" Stacia asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"And?"
I shrugged. "It didn't come up."
Stacia paused in the midst of putting together party favors. "You mean, you didn't bring it up," she said.
"Same thing," I said.
"No, one puts the responsibility in fate's hands. The other puts you firmly in the driver's seat."
Frowning, I stopped too and crossed my arms.
My party favors looked far less appealing than Stacia's anyway. She didn't think I noticed, but for every one I finished, she quietly and discreetly went back and fixed my mistakes. This was probably a good thing. My favors looked more like a seven-year-old made them, whereas Stacia's were perfect. Of course.
But I didn't need her lecturing me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"You already know." Stacia sniffed. "We've been talking about this for a while. And you still haven't said anything."
"I've said things," I retorted.
She raised a brow.
