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I walk up the stairs, pissed as hell. I chuck my boots into my closet and get changed into comfy clothes. A minute later, there’s a tap at the window, and I’m thankful that Davey doesn’t know the gate combination.
My window slides open and Aaron climbs in. “Hey, I was walking back to Joel’s, and I heard yelling. I came to check on you and saw you and Davey fighting. You okay?”
“Oh, sure, why wouldn’t I be? I mean, my jackass boyfriend was supposed to get drunk with his friend today and when that didn’t work out, he threw me a bone andchose me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
“Hey,” he says softly, pulling me into his arms.
I wrap my arms around his back and melt into the hug. I sniff back tears. I’m not sure if they’re from anger or sadness. Aaron holds me tighter, and that snap of electricity rolls through me, giving me chills but also comforting me.
“I’m starting to think you guys were right about him,” I mutter.
But as Aaron soothes me and my whole body softens, something else crosses my mind.
Or maybe everyone else is right about us.
Because Davey has never calmed me down like this. He doesn’t comfort me like this. I’m supposed to be upset because he hurt me. But right now, I’m happy I’m in Aaron’s arms. And as much as I want to tell myself it’s because we’re best friends, I think back to what Joel told me.
You two have never been just friends.
I hate to admit it, but he might be right about that.
What’s worse is that I don’t care.
I don’t care if he’s right.
I don’t care if Davey or Marisol would be pissed.
I don’t care about anything else.
Because Aaron’s arms feel warm and safe, and right now, there’s nowhere else I want to be.
And I don’t even want to think aboutwhythat’s how I feel.
I’m going to do the smart thing andignore it. And revel in being in the arms that have always felt like my safest place for as long as I can.
I pad down the deck stairs and unlock the gate, quickly coming face to face with Davey. I yawn and rub my face. It’s early. I’m in my bathrobe and sweats. I’m not interested in having another fight with him, but he said he wanted to talk to me.
“Morning,” he says quietly. “I got your favorite—strawberry vanilla.” He holds out a smoothie from a shop downtown.
Okay, that’s kinda sweet.
I take it from him and half smile. “Thanks.”
“I’m sorry about yesterday. And… how I’ve been lately. I’ve been jealous, and it makes me crazy. It’s been easier to avoid you than to deal with it. I know that’s not fair. I need you to know I felt like an asshole last night before we ever went to the party. I should’ve picked you in the first place. We had so much fun. That’s what I want.” He steps forward and cups my cheek with his hand. “I care about you, and I love being with you. I was hoping maybe we could spend the day together today. Put our phones away and just be together. What do you think?”
I look into his eyes, and I can tell he’s being sincere. I’m still hurt—that doesn’t magically wash away—but he’s trying, and that matters to me. And spending the day being cozy with him and doing some kissing sounds pretty nice.
“As long as we can stay in, order food, and watch movies all day, I’m in.”
He smiles brightly and gives me a hard kiss. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for. And—” He turns back to his truck and reaches inside, pulling something out. “I brought something else for you.” He hands me a comfy sweatshirt. “Not jealousy-induced, but you made a good point. You’re my girl, and I’d love for you to wear my sweatshirt. Hell, I’ll give you a bunch if you want.”
I smile at him, slide my robe off, and pull his sweatshirt on. There’s something so cozy about wearing an oversized sweatshirt.
He grabs the strings and pulls me to his waiting lips. “You look sexy as hell.”
I wrap my arms around his back. “Thank you. This makes me happy. Let me grab my stuff, and we can head to your place, okay?”
He kisses my nose. “Sounds perfect.”
I give him a little wink, then walk back up the stairs.
This can all be okay. Right?
