Page 187 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

My US tour wrapped up just a week ago. I should be parking my ass on a beach right now, but instead, I’m here.

Staking out Easton High like some sort of predator.

It’s the first time I’ve been allowed a real vacation since I started touring—and by real vacation, I mean longer than a few days. I’m off for an entire month, and the first thing I did was get on a plane back to the town I left behind two years ago.

“I told you I’m here to see a friend,” I lie.

Technically, that’s not a complete lie.

I am in town to hang out with Gray, but he’s not the reason I’m waiting in this parking lot.

The reason is her.

Hadley.

I’m here to see her again.

I wonder what she looks like now.

Does she still wear her hair up? Do her eyes still sparkle when she smiles? Does she still dress the same?

Does she hate me?

I have no fucking idea what I’m going to say to her. Or if she’s even going to want to talk to me, but I figured she’d have a harder time telling me to go suck a dick if I was standing in front of her.

I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have gone radio silent on her, but part of me knew that staying in touch with this girl would make my new life unbearable.

Being with Hadley would’ve made me hate my dream career and the constant traveling it requires.

I cut her off before I could get addicted. Tried to spare myself the withdrawal by putting a thousand miles between us, but she’s been on my mind every damn day for the past two years.

And fuck, that kiss…

It didn’t exactly help me move on.

It took me a while to understand that running wasn’t the answer. I’d rather be long-distance with her than not have her in my life at all.

I’m hoping once I tell her why I did it, she’ll give me a second chance.

I’ll spend all thirty days of my vacation begging on my knees if I have to.

My phone chimes with a text just as the bell goes off in the distance.

It’s Gray.

Gray

I can’t hang out tonight. Got basketball practice and then I’m watching the store. But I’m off tomorrow.

I texted him right when I landed, asking him when he was free. Of course, I didn’t tell him I was hoping to spend my first night here worshipping every inch of his sister’s body.

Kane

All good, man. I’ll stop by your house tomorrow night.

He texts me back instantly.

Gray

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