Page 101 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Cold?” he asks. I’d think he was concerned for my well-being if I didn’t know better.
“C’mere.” He raises his arm and puts it around me, scooching me closer to him. I can’t deny his arm and chest are exponentially more comfortable than the wall and let myself curl into him for a moment. It doesn’t take long to realize that my anger has dissipated, my adrenaline is used up, and exhaustion has set in. Let’s be honest, Wyatt and I are in this together, and I’d rather have him on my side than not.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” He leans down and kisses my brow. It’s chaste and completely reminiscent of my eighteenth birthday when he did the same. Right after he told me he didn’t love me and wouldn’t be my first. My heart bottoms out at the thought. That night hurt me more than anything else ever has.
Except for leaving Wyatt in Vegas.
It hits me like a punch to the gut. The very thing that has been niggling at my brain for days. The guy from that night isn’t the guy I want Wyatt to be for me. And I keep waiting for that guy to show up. But I don’t even know if he still exists. And this guy next to me hasn’t shown any indication of being that guy.
Blanche:But everyone is all their parts. There is no this guy, that guy when it’s the same guy.
But is he the same guy?
Blanche:Parts is parts is parts.
“I’msorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Or said you were a harpy.”
I look up at him. “You said I was harping, not that I was a harpy.”
He shrugs. “I said one but was thinking the other.” His eyes twinkle when he teases me.
“Ohmigod! This is exactly like when you tell me not to be stupid.”
“No.” He rubs the scruff on his jaw. “Pretty sure this is different from that.”
“Is it, though?” I ask. “‘Cause I’mpretty sureit’s right on.”
“C’mon, Brie,” he says, squeezing me in a partial hug. “Don’t be stupid, it’s totally not like that.”
I laugh. “Ohmigod. You’re such a dick.”
“I am.” He chuckles. “And I owe it all to you. You bring out all my extremes.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”
“It depends on the side that tips, I suppose, the good side or the bad. But I kinda think I do the same to you.”
“I return to my earlier comment,” I say.
“You think Blake and Taylor bring out each other’s extremes?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly.
“Do you think they should get married?”
“Who am I to say?”
“It’s just the two of us. I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m curious what you think. How you view their relationship from the outside looking in.”
“Well, all I can do is judge from the outside.”
“It’s not judging,” he says. “You love Blake. You want the best for him. And sometimes it’s easier to be objective from a third-party perspective.”
“I’ve never seen him look truly happy with her. Content, yes. But happy? No.”
He nods like he’s considering that.
