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TROY
Lexyissleepingonher back next to me when I wake. Her hair is draped across the pillow, her wedding curls almost completely gone after a night of more sex than sleep. She’s wearing my old Fall Out Boy concert tee, my black sheets pooled around her waist. Fuck, I love this girl–not that I’ll tell her that anytime soon. I know it’s quick; it came out of nowhere. I realized it yesterday when we were fucking around at the wedding, pretending. It felt like it all could have been real.
I have to tell her I’m leaving next week. I haven’t been sure how to bring it up, especially since she seemed a little insecure about Oregon yesterday for some reason. I want to invite her. I know she said she won’t freak out anymore, but she’s barely been out of California, and she hasn’t even committed to being my girlfriend yet.
“Stop watching me sleep.” Her eyes open lazily, and she smiles at me.
I lean up on my forearm, my other hand falling to her waist before I kiss her. “I love having you here when I wake up.”
She makes a whining sound to let me know she'd rather me use my mouth for kissing her instead of talking. I give in but don’t take as much as I want. I need to get this over with. I kiss her once more, my hand running over her stomach under my t-shirt. “Thank you for yesterday.”
“You’re welcome. I had so much fun.” She looks genuinely happy and hopefully stays that way.
“So, next weekend…”
“Oooh you want to find another wedding to crash?!” She’s so excited at the idea, I would go every weekend if she wanted.
“Actually, I’m not going to be here.”
“Where are you going to be?”
“Oregon.”
Worry fills her expression at my answer. “Oh. Okay.”
“I’ll only be gone a week.” She visibly exhales relief.
“Oh, that’s fun. And you’ll get to ride your bike!” Thank God she’s totally fine with this. I don’t know why I was worried.
“Yup. I would have invited you, but I made plans with Cooper before we started… hanging out.”
She hesitates, her brows scrunching together, as if she didn’t consider inviting her was even an option. “That’s okay. This actually works well because it’s Mack’s last weekend here. I would have ditched you anyway.”
“Wait, what? Where’s he going?”
“He’s moving home–to Oregon.” She sighs. “I guess that’s the place everyone wants to be, huh?”
My brain goes to a fucked up place–one that considers Mack going to Oregon as potential leverage for maybe moving home one day too. Fuck, that fake fiancé shit at the wedding really got in my head. It’s like I switched to the relationship fast track and can’t help wanting Lexy to jump her slow moving train and join me. We should probably get to the boyfriend stage first. “How do you feel about him moving?”
She sits up and shrugs.
“I bet that’s hard, especially with Maci gone.” I prompt her to share her feelings.
She concedes easier than I expected. “Yeah. It is. It feels like the people I care about are abandoning me. I know it’s not the same as my mom, but it sucks even more since I actually like them.”
“I get that.” I pause. “Is that part of the reason you don’t like to get close to anyone?” I can’t keep myself from asking.
She stares back, like she’s debating what level of honesty to give. Her eyes fall to the mattress between us before she says, “Yeah. It is.” She breathes out like admitting it is a weight off her chest and shifts to a lighter tone. “But I know he’ll be happier there. I might just need you to distract me more often.” She grins as she moves to straddle me, reminding me she never put underwear on last night. My hands automatically move to her thighs. She tugs on the elastic band of my sweats, but then her smile fades again. “Just a vacation? You’re not going to remember how much you love it there and not want to come back, right?”
I can only make a promise on half of that, and I don’t want to lie to her. “I already can’t wait to come back to you.”
She leans down to kiss me, and I don’t want to leave her in the first place.
CHAPTER THIRTY
LEXY
Myalarmwakesme,ringing as my phone simultaneously vibrates violently against my nightstand. I crawl over Troy to grab it. As soon as I hitstop, his hands are on my hips, rubbing over the red lace of my underwear. Besides those, the only thing I’m wearing is his Fall Out Boy t-shirt which I’ve stolen and claimed as my own. He pushes up on my hips, causing me to lose my balance enough for my hands to fall to the headboard behind him.
