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“If he’s worth it, he will,” Dylan said.
I nodded. “Thanks guys.” My stomach growled, and I remembered I had barely eaten all day. “I should probably go grab a meal, but I appreciate the advice.”
“Anytime,” Dylan said.
“No problem.” Nick said and ended the call.
I stood and stretched before going to have a snack in the kitchen. They were right. I should go for it, but I didn’t know how, and Parker would understand if I needed to wait. I just hoped I could get my nerve up by the time our wedding night rolled around.
Chapter Thirteen
Parker
Asthedayspassed,we grew ever closer to the wedding. We hadn’t discussed our living arrangements post-wedding besides the passing mention of saving money, and I knew I needed to bring it up sooner than later. Travis planned a date for us the weekend following the trip to Mountainview, and I decided I’d take the opportunity to find out if we could make some concrete decisions.
He picked me up on Saturday afternoon, and when I opened my door to find him standing on my doorstep, I instantly knew I had overdressed. Travis was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a flannel over top. I was wearing slacks and a crisp button-down.
“You look…” I gestured to him before gesturing to myself.
“Underdressed?” He smirked. “Considering where we’re going—”
I shook my head. “No, I was going to say you look great. If anything, I’moverdressed. Let me go change. Why don’t you come on in while I find something else to wear?”
He stepped inside and looked around while I rushed to the bedroom to change. He’d been in the house before, but something about his presence… I didn’t know what, exactly. It made me feel more at home in my house than I’d ever been before. It was nice—like being transported back to those easy years of being tweens and teens, before everything got so goddamned complicated.
In my bedroom, I stripped as quickly as I could manage and tossed my clothes on the bed. It wasn’t like we’d be using it later, so it didn’t matter if it was a mess. I pulled on a dark red Henley, jeans, and boots before heading to the living room. I’d expected to find Travis playing on his phone, curled up on my couch, but he was looking at a book on my coffee table.
“You ready?”
He startled a little and looked up, cheeks pink. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have snooped.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What did you find?”
He held up the book—my senior yearbook. It had been twelve years. I had no idea why I still had that thing. “Yeah, sorry. Mom insisted I keep it when I moved out. It’s followed me from place to place. Can’t seem to shake it.” I chuckled a little and shifted from one foot to the other.
Travis looked down again and nodded slowly. He kept flipping pages, gaze scanning each one as if he were looking for something specific. “Here it is,” he said after a moment.
“What’s that?” I went around to sit next to him on the couch and he slid the book toward me and pointed.
The page he had stopped on was senior portraits, each with a little profile of the senior printed underneath, including favorites and a quote. He was pointing at himself.
Name: Travis Weston
Favorite Class: Agricultural Sciences
Favorite Hobby: Hiking
Favorite Movie:The Bodyguard
I looked up at him. “The Bodyguardis a terrible movie.” He grinned, and I kept reading.
Senior Quote: I’m looking in the rearview, knowing how much I’ll miss you.
“Damn, you were a melancholy teen.”
He shrugged and nodded. “I was. Do you know that song fromThe Bodyguard? The Whitney Houston one?” When I nodded, he kept going. “Think about it, Park. The movie, the song, my senior quote.”
Understanding dawned on me. His first crush. His first heartbreak. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed. “Oh.”
