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“Thanks for walkingwith me to The Square,” Scar says. “I figured it was best this way so we could have some time to talk, ya know?”
“Not a problem. There is a lot we need to discuss.”
One of the biggest things on my mind right now is whether or not she’s feeling regret over what we did. I have to know. If she is, then maybe my time with her is up. If she’s not, it could have only just begun.
Before I can ask, Scar takes my hand, pulling me to a stop. “I’m not sorry for what happened between us. I hope you know that.”
She said it before, but hearing it now puts everything into perspective. There’s still the matter of Crew, though. I take her hand, lifting it to my shoulder, then the other until she’s hugging my neck. “So what are we gonna do?”
“I told Crew I wanna explore my relationships with both of you. I know it sounds selfish of me, but I can’t choose. Not yet, anyways.”
“He didn’t seem too happy with that idea when I brought it up.”
“It’s the choice I’ve made. And if he wants to make the choice to let me go, I have to let him. Same with you.”
“He won’t. Crew will never let you go.”
Her head leans toward her shoulder, eyes on mine. “And you?”
“You’re stuck with me as long as you’ll keep me.”
A smile lifts her cheeks. “You have no idea how insanely happy that makes me.”
“I guess we just let things play out and happen the way they’re meant to then.”
Her eyes dance to my lips, tension sizzling between us, and I use this opportunity to my advantage. Just as she goes to speak, I crush my mouth to hers.
“I guess so,” she mutters against my lips, her hands fastened behind my head.
I cradle her cheek in my palm, parting my lips slightly and slipping my tongue between hers. It’s a soft, quick kiss, but it definitely leaves me wanting more. “We should go. Riley is waiting for me.”
Taking her hand in mine, we continue down the trail. It’s sort of surreal walking out into public like this. It should feel weird since she’s with Crew, but instead, it feels right because now she’s with me, too.
ChapterTwenty
SCAR
“Oh,”Iblurt out, remembering that I need to call my mom, “do you have your phone with you?”
Jagger pats the breast pocket of his coat. “Yeah. Do you need it?”
“I’ve been meaning to call my mom, but with everything else going on, it slipped my mind. I still need to ask her about Kenna.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls it out and hands it to me. I hold it up, then sulk. “Dammit. No service.”
“It’ll pick up once we’re off the trail.”
We reach the end, and I can already see the girls stringing orange and black lights around the lampposts.
“This is nice,” I say. “Do you all decorate here for Christmas, too.”
“They do. I sure as hell don’t.”
“How come? Not into holidays?”
“The holidays I’m fine with, it’s my decorating skills that aren’t up to par. You see, if that was me with those lights, they’d already be sliding down that pole.”