Page 28 of My One
“Do you want to, or would you like to go to the hotel room I got for the night?”
“You got us a hotel room?”
“I did. It’s our night out, and we don’t want to drive all the way home, do we?”
“But I don’t have a change of clothes.”
I chuckled. “Do you need one?”
“For tomorrow, yeah.”
“Then lucky for you, I packed a bag, and it’s in the trunk.”
Nicole stared at me for a beat as we stood, the music in the background still playing. “You really are perfect.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I just …”
“You just what?”
I sighed and stepped over to the table and downed the rest of the champagne in my flute.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I turned around to face her. “Ready to go?”
“Avery,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around me. “You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on? I thought we were having a nice night.”
“We are.”
“Then what the hell?”
I stared into her blue eyes, the light from the candles flickering inside her irises. “I just know what not to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“My parents never really showed affection while I was growing up, but I can’t even imagine not kissing you or holding your hand, or even hugging you after a long day.”
“Yeah? That’s a good thing.”
I looked down at the candles on the ground. “What if I turn out like my father?”
“Your parents have nothing to do with the man you are, Av.”
I met her gaze again. “But your parents shaped you, no?”
Nic shrugged. “I guess.”
“See?”
“See what?”
“What if we have a child and …” I paused, a horrid thought crossing my mind.
“If we have a child what?”
“What if I hate him like my parents hate me?”
“That’s not possible.”
