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ChapterSeventeen
Tyler
I watch her as she sleeps, her breathing steady and slow. A few pieces of hair fall across her eyes, and I brush them out of the way.
It’s hard to believe I’m lying here next to her. I didn’t expect last night to go the way it did, but I don’t have a single regret. I knew what I was doing. And I wanted every fucking part of it.
Tasting her again, feeling her beneath my skin, sliding inside her. Fuck. I blocked out how good it all felt. I don’t know how I was able to survive without her for so long, and I don’t want to be apart anymore.
Chloe’s the girl for me. The only one I want. I don’t see other girls anymore, not since falling in love with her. One night back in Cali, after she rejected me, I was desperate and missing her.
I went to a club and tried to find a girl, any girl I could just lose myself in.
But every girl I looked at—all I saw was Chloe.
I couldn’t even finish a conversation with one without a sick feeling in my stomach. I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong; it was how my body would react.
And having her last night confirms everything I’ve felt and still feel.
I love this girl.
She will always be mine.
Let’s just hope she feels the same when she wakes up with a raging hangover. I’m hoping the water and ibuprofen will keep the worst of it away.
I didn’t want to ruin her fun last night. But it surprised me how much she drank, and I wondered if she drank like that at school. Not that she can’t. She doesn’t have alcoholic genes running through her blood to worry about. Even though it can still happen, she’s got less of a chance than me.
All I care about is that she’s safe. Whether she’s drinking with me by her side or at school with her friends.
But what’s really nagging at me is how she’ll feel about what happened. She was drunk, and maybe she doesn’t remember agreeing the fifty times (okay, only a couple) I asked her if she was sure, or maybe she doesn’t remember the night at all. Will she regret how far we went? Will she shut me out again? Will she insist we remain friends, though we know that’s near impossible?
I don’t know. I sigh and flip onto my back, resting my arms behind my head. I stare up at the ceiling. It’s already midmorning, but I don’t wake Lo up yet. She needs sleep.
And I’m a fucking idiot chickenshit. Because one look at her face will tell me everything.
Plus, let’s not forget the huge fact that she’s headed back to Cali in less than a month. An apartment with Madison, her car, lots of freedom she didn’t have freshman year. I doubt she’ll come back to Jersey much, if it all, and where does this all leave me?
Left behind again?
If she asked me to move to Cali, would I even want to? I just started a career. How could I leave Don after everything he’s done for me?
It’s all too much to think about, and it makes my head hurt.
It feels just like last summer.
Fuck. Love turns us into such fools.
She stirs beside me and rolls closer, wrapping her warm body around mine. She’s wearing nothing but a T-shirt of mine, and I can feel her breasts underneath the fabric as she lies against my chest. My dick twitches to life.
Like she’s going to be in the mood to fuck.
I chuckle to myself, and it rustles her awake more. “Mmm, Tyler.”
When she says my name between moans, I freeze.
I look down, but she’s still asleep, her cheek resting against the top of my chest, her head nuzzled beneath my neck.
Lo wiggles more and mumbles, but I can’t make out the words. Her hand lands on my stomach, so close to the waistband of my boxers that my dick is no longer twitching to life but in full hard-on mode.
