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“Well, no, it does,” she said, rolling her eyes, clearly irritated. “I had this whole thing planned. I wanted to be there in the front row to … relive that last show or something. I don't know. It's stupid.”
“It's not stupid,” I replied, pulling in a breath of renewed air with the undeniable truth she hadn't yet spoken. That she wanted me—she wantedthis.
The door behind me pulled open to welcome a gust of cool air.
“Dylan, man, what're you—oh,” Simon said, cutting himself off at the sight of Lennon. “Hey, nice seeing you again.”
She smiled, her cheeks pinking beneath the dim lights. “You too.”
“Anyway, um, D …” He awkwardly came to stand beside me, eyeing Lennon and Tarryn apologetically, as he continued, “We gotta clear out, so …”
So much for an uninterrupted romantic-movie moment.
“Right,” I grumbled, nodding.
I was about to ask Lennon to catch a ride with me in the backseat of my dad's car despite Tarryn standing right there, waiting so patiently that I could kiss her.
But before I could say anything, that actress in the sweater and yoga pants sighed and read my mind. “Well, I guess I'm gonna get going,” she said.
“What?” Lennon asked, looking over her shoulder at her friend.
Tarryn stood beside her, gripped her arm, and pulled her in for an air kiss against the cheek. “You, my dear, are getting a ride from this gentleman here, and I'm going home to sleep,” she declared before turning to me with a glare that could've killed if she’d possessed the power to. “Youwilltake care of her,” she said, firm and menacing in tone.
And with a nod, I promised, “I will.”
Hell, I’d take care of her forever, if she let me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Lennon
Deciding to attend the concert had been more difficult than I’d like to admit.
In a way, to go would mean admitting that I’d been wrong in claiming I didn’t want him.
Admitting that I’d lied in saying I didn’t.
And I almost didn’t go. I almost threw out the tickets and backstage passes with the excuse that it would be too difficult to find someone to go with me.
But before I could drop them into the pile of dinner scraps and vacuumed dirt, I thought,What if this is your last chance?
A year ago, I had regretted not giving Dylan my number after sneaking out of his hotel room. I regretted letting my fear get the better of me and denying myself the opportunity of knowing him. But whether it was fate or him simply chasing the muse, he came back to me, and for whatever it was worth, we'd forged something together. Something special. And there I was, ready to throw away the prospect of knowing him forever, and once again, fear was to blame.
Dylan terrified me. What he meant to me. How capable he was of shattering my heart and leaving it to rot alone.
I was afraid.
But I was also undoubtedly in love with him.
So, deciding to go to the concert had been more difficult than it should've been.
But deciding to ditch Tarryn and hitch a ride in the backseat of his parents' car wasn't a decision at all.
I never would've said no.
Now, I was sitting beside him while his parents asked a dozen questions about my book release.
Their son, their only child, had just come home from a three-month-long tour, and they cared to ask about my book. A book that had barely sold fifty copies on its first day, but they treated it as if it were fifty million.
