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What if she didn’t care?
“Are you going to tell me more?” Eve asked, those perfect lips forming the words, and I wondered how long I’d been silent for.
“About my ex?” I said, as if I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to tell her.
She nodded enthusiastically, and I had to stop myself from reaching out and skimming her cheek. It took every ounce of willpower in my entire fucking body to not touch her.
“What do you want to know?”
“Have you seen her yet?”
Yes, she’s fucking beautiful.
“I have.”
“Did she see you?”
I’m sitting right next to her.
“I don’t think so,” I answered with a little trepidation in my voice. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either.
“Is she the one?” Eve’s voice was weighted with sincerity. “The one who got away, I mean,” she clarified before I could answer.
“Absolutely,” I said without hesitation.
I watched as Eve sucked in a long breath and leaned back against the bench, her head lifting toward the stars. “I think we all have one of those.”
This was my in. My chance to ask her the question in return and pray to God she not only answered it, but that she also said it was me and not some other schmuck. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if she told me there was another man she still pined for. If that were the case, then everything I’d ever believed about us would have been a lie.
How the hell was I supposed to move on when I couldn’t let her go?
“Even you?” I asked carefully, hoping I worded the question in a nonthreatening way that would make her want to answer.
She lowered her head back down and glanced over toward me, her expression softening. “Even me.”
“Anyone I know?” I asked with a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood and make her feel comfortable enough to keep talking.
“Actually,” she said, and my heart started pounding inside my chest like a fucking gorilla in a cage, “you probably do know him.”
Play it cool, Tyson.
Play. It. Cool.
“The actor who gave you issues, I take it?”
“Hey.” She swatted my shoulder. “I don’t have issues. I just have issueswithactors. There’s a difference.”
I threw my cloaked hands up in surrender. “You’re right. But was it? An actor?” I kept pressing the issue because I was desperate and needy.
“Yeah,” she admitted, and I was pretty sure that she meant me. “But I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Okay,” I agreed because she’d already given me everything I needed. “Just tell me one thing.” I guessed I wasn’t quite done yet.
“Maybe,” she answered, and I bit back a laugh.
“How long ago did this fuckboy hurt you?”
I had to be one hundred percent certain. Maybe she’d dated other actors after I left town. I couldn’t picture it, but what the hell did I know after all this time?
