The roughness in his tone makes me smile. He’s nervous.
“Nah, it’s alright. I talked to my dad this morning and told him about the wedding.”
“Really?” His eyes light up. “How’d he take it?”
“Surprisingly well. I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders now.”
“Good. I’m happy to hear that. I know how worried you were about having that conversation.” Seeing Tyler’s genuine concern makes my heart burst.
“He asked about you too,” I add.
With an arched brow, he gives me a cocky grin. “Yeah?”
“I explained we were just friends and you had nothing to do with the breakup. Though I’m not sure he believed me.”
“What’s the real reason then?”
I lower my gaze, noticing Sassy’s getting restless. “It’s…complicated?”
Tyler chuckles with a nod. “Guess that works.”
Sassy whines and pulls on her leash. “You better go before she makes a mess in here,” I tell him. “Have a good weekend.”
“Yeah, you too.” Tyler turns toward the door, and I quickly stop him, then step closer.
“Thank you again for last night. I owe you one.”
“Owe me one, huh?” One side of his lips tilts up. “Guess I better think of something then.”
His insinuation causes me to blush. “Get out of here.”
Tyler flashes me a wink that causes my insides to melt, and I watch as he leaves with the dog. I recompose myself then meet my dad outside so we can head to the farmers' market like planned.
As I soak in the tub, I can’t stop smiling while thinking about Tyler. After Dad and I came home, I did some laundry, then decided to take a bath before meeting Katie and Gemma for our girls’ night.
Dear Gemma,
You’re a real fresh breath of air, you know that? I love reading your letters even when you go in-depth about the movies you’ve watched. Helps me picture the scenes in my head and imagine I was there with you.
A few of my friends and I have leave this weekend. We’re gonna hit the bars and will most likely drink till we’re good and stupid. We’re meeting a bunch of locals and will probably regret everything on Monday morning, but letting loose has been a long time coming. We could use some time to forget about the long, shitty days, especially in this grueling heat. Let’s just say, I’ll never complain about Alabama summers again. If I do, you have my permission to kick my ass.
Every picture you’ve sent was hanging on the wall near my bed. Everleigh sent me a few too, and the bastards I share a room with were constantly staring at your photos. I even had to punch a guy for stealing one. Sick fuck. So they’re now tucked safely inside my notebook. I still look at yours every night before I go to sleep because they remind me of home. Although there isn’t much for me there, I can’t wait for the moment I’ll see you again.
I recently heard a new song, and it made me think of you. Look up “Power Over Me” and listen to the lyrics.
Talk soon.
Love, Tyler
I had just turned eighteen when he wrote that letter, and I immediately rushed to find that song. Then I searched for the lyrics, and they had my heart lodged in my throat. I even found an interview where the singer explained what it meant to be completely enamored with somebody. And I instantly understood.
For weeks, I was in shock and giddy. Though I wasn’t positive, I felt like my unrequited feelings weren’t one-sided after all. No matter what Tyler wrote, my teenage brain was insecure and thought he was just trying to be nice since I was his sister’s best friend.
It turns out, he’d been falling for me for a long time. Even knowing now what happened between us, I still wouldn’t have done anything different. I’d do it all over again.
As I sip a glass of wine, surrounded by bubbles, I think back to when I first met Robert. It hadn’t been instant attraction, and I’d rejected him the first couple of months he asked me out. Eventually, I convinced myself it was time to move on and that I was pathetic for not pursuing a relationship at my age. I pressured myself to open my heart again so I could prove I wasn’t broken.
Robert was charming from the start. He always sent gifts and gave me countless compliments. In a way, he was too good to be true, but everyone kept telling me I was lucky and deserved him. So we kept going on dates, and I wanted to desperately believe what people said about his character. It’d been a long time since a man’s hands had touched me, and I’d finally had the desire to feel that again.