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“Harley,” I begin. “When you said there’s a lot I don’t know aboutthat night, do you mean that Brennon was the one who posted the video?”
I feel him stiffen. “What?”
“He told me.”
Harley stares into the darkness for a moment before he shifts so that we are facing each other.
“I don’t remember the end part of that night very clearly. For years he insisted we posted it together, although I had no memory of it. I was sure I wouldn’t have done that to you. But I couldn’t remember.” He blows out a breath. “He convinced me we did it together. But a few times he would say something about you. A passing comment, but it always stuck with me. The way he said it,whathe said. It made me question a lot. But I had no way of fact-checking anything.”
“I don’t believe that you would have done that to me, Harley,” I say. “I can honestly say that now. For years and years I did, but now …” I move my hand so that I gently cup his face. “I know you. I know you couldn’t have done that.”
He kisses my hand softly.
“And I’m sorry for never hearing you out. I let myself be run out of this town.”
“We both made mistakes.”
“What do we do now?”
“Well.” His hands slide over my hips and he pulls me onto him. “I want you to say yes.”
“Say yes?”
“To being my girlfriend.” He smiles. “My first ever.”
I smile down at Harley, my bare thighs straddling his waist.
“Yes.” I whisper. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“And Nick?” he questions.
“I will have to have a conversation with Nick,” I sigh. “And apologise. Again.”
His warm hands travel up my thighs.
“And you?” I press. “What are you going to do about Brennon?”
His grip on me tightens as he pulls me closer.
“I’ll fucking kill him for what he did to you.”
* * *
The next morning, when I wake up in Harley’s arms, I realise thatthisis what is important and everything else is just background noise.
The soft rise and fall of his chest, his dark hair blanketing his eyes, his arm possessively wrapped over me. It’s a comfort I’m quickly coming to crave. I feel safe.Happy.
“Good morning,” he murmurs. “You’re staring.”
“Harley Caldwell,” I whisper. “My boyfriend.”
His eyes sleepily open and he gives me a lazy smile.
“Josie Mayor,” his voice is deep and raspy from sleep. “My girlfriend.”
“Who would ever have predicted it?” I smile.
“Me. In my dreams. For five fucking years.”
