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“Look, I know I fucked up. Leaving you the way I did all those years ago. I regret it more than I could ever say. But after last night... I don’t know, I guess I was hoping maybe you’d give me a chance to make it up to you.”
I bark out a laugh.
“I don’t care about ten years ago.” I lie. “I mean we were kids, I get it. But I don't have any desire to return to the past. We’re adults and some things are just better left alone.” I push my emotions back and try to keep my voice calm and even.
Closure.
That's all this is.
I just need closure.
“Scarlett, I...” he starts, but I hold my hand up gesturing for him to stop.
“Don't.” It's more of a plea than a statement.
“But.”
“Westin, please. I can't do this. I can't travel down memory lane with you and relive everything we’ve been through. Again, we were kids. I won't make you pay for the mistakes you made then, but I also won't put myself in a situation to be hurt again either. Last night things got a little out of hand, but it meant nothing. Let's not make this more than it is.” I’m trying my damnedest to make my words believable even though I feel like a part of me is dying with each one I speak.
“Okay.” He gives me a stiff nod, his face void of emotion.
“Okay?” I ask tentatively.
“You need time. I get that. But if you think that I’m letting you go again, especially that easily, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“No, you misunderstand,” I start, but he cuts me off again.
“Do I?”
“Yes. I meant...”
“You said words, Scar. You didn't actually mean any of them. They’re just words. Ten years may have passed, but you’re still you. I still see the same girl you were back then and the incredibly beautiful woman that girl has grown into. You may refuse to acknowledge that after ten years we still know each other, but your body gives you away. Your body remembers me.” He reaches out, trailing his index finger down the side of my face. It takes everything in me not to lean into that touch. “You still tremble under my touch, just like you did then.” He leans forward so that his face is inches from mine.
“You're an asshole,” I breathe, completely taken aback by how quickly his mood has once again shifted from serious to playful, back to serious.
“Have a safe flight, Scar. I'll see you soon.” He closes the remaining distance between us, placing a gentle kiss to my cheek before standing. I don't have a chance to form a coherent thought, let alone speak, before he’s walking away.
I’m stunned.
I don’t know what to think, let alone what to feel.
He's sorry for acting like ten years ago never happened?
He thinks I need time?
He'll see me soon?
What the hell is going on right now?
