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Skylar wrapped her arms around her body. I knew she was feeling guilty. It was in her eyes. The door shut, and Skylar walked toward the balcony. Closely following behind her, I pulled out my phone and sent my parents and Skylar’s a quick message.
Me: Skylar called me. She and Michelle are fine. Talking now.
My phone pinged almost immediately.
Thank God, scrolled across my phone from my mother and the next from Skylar’s.
They were so angry with Skylar, and it had been hard enough to keep Skip in the room when he found out Skylar was in the same hotel as us, but that meeting would be for another day. Right now, Skylar and I needed to figure out things between us.
When I placed my hands on her shoulders, she leaned into my body, her head falling against my chest.
“If you can’t forgive my childish behavior, I completely understand. I can’t forgive myself.”
Resting my chin on her head, I sighed. “Sky, I’m not going to lie and say I’m not pissed you took off. I’m angry you didn’t trust me enough to know I’d never hurt you. But I’m also ready to take some of the blame for giving you those insecurities. I never told you the team meeting got canceled and that I was heading over for the study group or project group or whatever you want to call it. With all the classes, football practices and games, and trying to spend time with you, it’s overwhelming.”
She turned and looked up into my eyes. I was captivated by those beautiful gray eyes of hers. “I know. It’s just, when Zeb told me you didn’t have the meeting, I stayed calm. I figured there was a reason you hadn’t told me, and I promised myself I wasn’t going to think too much into it. Then, I saw that text and…” Her eyes filled with tears. “Wyatt, a part of me is broken, and I’ll always carry that hurt. Trust is hard for me, and I know you would never hurt me. I know that with all my heart.” A sob slipped from her lips.
“But someone close to you hurt you before.”
She nodded. “I know it’s not the same thing. I know that. The last few days, I’ve gone from thinking I was going to transfer to UT, to thinking maybe I was going to take time off, to thinking I was a fool and that I needed to be at Baylor with you. To be honest, I don’t know what I want to do.” Shaking her head, she grabbed on to my shirt. “No, that’s not true. I know I want to be with you. But I think I need time to heal.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. “Please don’t do this to me, Sky. Please don’t give up on us.”
Her head snapped up, and she wore a stunned expression. “What? I’d never give up on us, Wyatt. Never.”
Cupping her face within my hands, I searched her eyes. “Then, what are you saying, Sky? My mind is racing a million miles here.”
“A counselor. I think I need to talk to someone. I need help dealing with all these demons I’ve buried inside me.”
I let out the breath I had been holding. “You’re not leaving me?”
Skylar gasped. “No! Honestly, I think, deep down, I knew you hadn’t cheated the whole time, but I’m so messed up in the head that I refused to believe what was in front of me. The second I heard your voice on my voice mail, I knew for a fact what my heart had been trying to tell me.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I felt that familiar tingle race through my body. As much as I wanted to make love to her, I would take things slow.
“Wyatt,” Skylar whispered against my lips while wrapping her arms around my neck.
The kiss deepened, and before things went too far, I pulled back.
“I love you, Skylar. And what we have isn’t just about sex. If you need time to figure things out, we can take a step back.”
Her eyes filled with a light I hadn’t seen in a while.
Has she been worried about us and never said anything? Or have we both been so wrapped up in everything but us that I never noticed it?
“I love you even more for saying that. But, Wyatt, you’re the reason I feel so alive, the reason I look forward to the future. I think that’s why the idea of there being no us scares me so much.”
Brushing my thumb over her soft lips, I whispered, “There will always be an us, Sky. Always.”
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers, and my knees felt weak.
“Make love to me, Wyatt. Please.”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Lifting her, I carried her over to the beds and stopped. “Which one were you sleeping in?”
