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A little more of what was left of my anger evaporated. He was considerate of my brother and how things would affect his feelings.
“She said you can’t be that angry at someone you don’t love.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but it was useless. In this case his mother was right. I did love Lincoln. Even after all the hurt.
“She also said people have different ways of showing their emotions. That some of us don’t know how to.”
He was trying to tell mehedidn’t know how. But he did. Maybe not in the conventional holding hands, cuddly kind of way. It was in the ways that counted.
“I know what you did with Garrison.”
His expression stayed unmoving. “He was wrong.”
“So was I.”
A brow lifted. “About what?”
“I blamed you for what happened. It’s why I didn’t put up much of a fight when . . .” I looked at Eric, choosing my words carefully. “You said what you said.”
“I can’t breathe without you.”
My eyes stung. “You can’t say stuff like that,” I whispered.
“I thought I was strong enough to do the right thing.” He shook his head. “I’m not.”
“Being apart is the wrong thing.” He stepped closer. “The absolute wrong thing.”
Even when I didn't like it, he’d been honest. And not forgiving him was the wrong thing too, especially when I’d made mistakes too.
“Admit it. You miss arguing.”
“So much.”
“And my sweatshirt.”
“You can’t imagine how much.”
“There’s nothing strawberry ice cream can’t fix,” Eric said, apparently paying more attention than I suspected.
“Agreed.” Lincoln held out his hand for a low five. Then he hooked my chin. “Don’t give me a chance to screw this up again.”
My stomach dropped. I thought . . . I thought he wanted to try again. Was he telling me not to do that?
“We’ll make mistakes—”
“Marry me. I don’t want an out. I want an in. A permanent one.”
I blinked at him. “What about taking it slow?”
“Waiting a week for you to be my wife is slow.”
I looped my arms around his neck. “Is this your version of I love you?”
“Come home and never leave again, no matter if I say something stupid.”
Looked like that was how he told me he loved me. And after hearing what his mom had said, that was starting to make more sense.
She also said people have different ways of showing their emotions. That some of us don’t know how to.
