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And I have no idea if she’ll even read a message from me.

But I know one thing—I can’t stay quiet anymore.

Back in my room, I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone.

I’ve typed out three messages already and deleted them all.

The first one was too casual.

The second one was too long.

The third one just didn’t hit right.

I don’t know how to fix this.

I just know I want to.

Finally, I open a new message. My thumbs hover over the keyboard for a second, and then I just… let it out.

Me:I don’t have a good excuse.

I should’ve told you about the bet the second the stupid words were out of Ty’s mouth. Before you ever became real to me.

And you are. You’re the most real thing in my life right now.

You were never a game. Not for one second.

I’m sorry I made you feel that way.

You don’t have to forgive me.

But I needed you to know the truth.

All of it.

I stare at it for a long time.

No begging. No explaining. Just the truth.

I hit send before I can change my mind.

Then I toss my phone on the bed and run both hands through my hair, heart pounding like I just stepped off the ice again.

I don’t expect her to respond.

But I hope she does.

I really hope she does.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Okay Fine, I Have Feelings

Scarlett

Back in Dallas a couple of days later, the brunch spot Lucy picked is loud and hip. I’m not sure if I’m underdressed or overdressed, and I honestly don’t care—I’m just trying not to cry into my mimosa.

Lucy ordered pancakes the size of a pizza and slid half the stack onto my plate without asking. “You’ll feel better after carbs,” she said, like it’s a universal law.

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