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“Maybe you could bring a few clothes over… In case you wanted to s
tay a few days or something?”
“I’ll do that,” she said readily. “See you soon.”
The line went dead, and I felt a little spark as my melancholy mood lifted. I moved around the apartment, thinking about my life up until this moment. I thought back through all my past relationships and realized that I had never had this feeling before. I had never waited longingly to see any one of my ex-girlfriends. I had never missed them when I didn’t see them for any length of time. And when each of those relationships had ended, I hadn’t felt a loss in my life.
Something told me that if Megan disappeared tomorrow, I would not only feel it, but I would be devastated. It wasn’t just her body that had me spellbound, it was her mind, her conversation, her smile and above all else, her laugh. She made me happy. She made me feel like it was possible for me to have a happy ending. And for a guy like me, that wasn’t just huge—it was transformative.
Chapter Eighteen
Megan
“Where are you going?” Brent asked rudely, as I put on my jacket.
“Out,” I replied, a little annoyed with his tone.
“Out where?” he insisted childishly.
“Just out, okay?” I snapped.
“Geez, what’s got your panties in a bunch?” he asked. “You on your period or something?”
“Honestly… I don’t know how you managed to make friends with someone like—”
I stopped short, not wanting to bring up Phil’s name. I had noticed how touchy Brent was with him over the course of the last few days, and I didn’t want to aggravate the problem. The moment I stopped talking, Brent narrowed his eyes at me.
“Oh, Saint Phil, huh?” he said. “Is that who you’re off to see?”
“None of your business,” I said, wishing I had come back at him with a better response.
“A little late-night booty-call, huh?”
I could sense from his tone that he wanted to pick a fight, and I refused to rise to the bait. He had been irritable and on edge lately and I couldn’t believe that the whole reason had to do with Phil. There was something else going on, but Brent was not in the habit of sharing with me. Every time I tried to ask him if he was okay, he made some crude remark that made me regret asking in the first place.
“Bye, Brent,” I said, rolling my eyes at him.
“That’s a lot of stuff you’re taking with you for one night.”
“I might stay with Phil a few days,” I said, heading towards the door.
“Seriously?”
“Yes,” I said, turning towards my brother. “Why? Do you have a problem with that?”
“What do you see in him?” Brent asked, as though he genuinely didn’t know.
“What do I see in him?” I repeated. “You mean other than the fact that he’s kind, polite, brave, and a complete and total gentleman?”
“Ugh…sounds fucking boring.”
“He’s a grown up, Brent,” I said. “Maybe you should try growing up one day, too.”
“I’m not a nobody, you know,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said with venom in his tone. “You think I’m a little man, a nobody, but I’m not.”
