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sorry.
I’ll be home all day.
Thank God he agreed. Now what the hell do I say to him? I think on the way out. I grab my wallet, making a stop in the kitchen where Vincent is still hard at work. “Hey Vincent, I’m gonna run to Troy’s. Will you let Lex know when she wakes up?”
He smiles at me. “Sure, aren’t you gonna change?”
“My clothes are in the wash and I don’t want to wake Alexa. This will have to do.” I smile and turn around.
“Hey, Bridge,” he calls out after me.
“Yeah?” I say stopping to look back at him.
“Speak from your heart. Don’t let any words go unspoken.”
“Thanks.”
Driving to Troy’s, I keep repeating what I’m going to say to him, over and over in my head. Vincent’s words replay in my mind and I feel like I have a good game plan. All of my thoughts seem to be in order and I hope they all come out the way I’ve planned. Before I know it, I’m sitting in front of his house, thankful to be here, so I don’t let another minute pass me by and walk up to the front door. Knocking lightly, I wait and turn, looking around the neighborhood. It’s an awkward few moments and my heart begins to race. Fuck, maybe I should…just go.
Then the door behind me opens and I look to see Troy standing there – shirtless, with sleepy eyes and messy hair. “Hey,” he says running his hands through his hair and looking at my pajamas. Inwardly I feel self-conscious. Why didn’t I just sneak into Alexa’s room and change, or at least put some make-up on? My hair’s huge from sleeping with it wet.
“Hey,” I say back, suddenly at a loss for words.
“Come in,” he says moving out of the way for me.
“Thanks. I didn’t mean to wake you. I can come back later if you want. I should have texted you and told you I was on my way. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess since you said you were gonna be home all day, I—”
He cuts me off, “Calm down, Bridge. It’s fine.”
“What? I mean…okay. How have you been?” I ask. Damn it, brain, work.
He rubs his face with his hands and then looks down at me longingly. “Are you nervous or something?”
“I don’t know what I am. I… I’m sorry I fucked up.”
Troy moves to the couch and sits down. I follow and sit next to him. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he says.
“Do what?” I ask.
“This,” he says gesturing between the two of us.
I didn’t realize how close I had sat to him. My knee is against his leg. “I’m sorry,” I say and begin to scoot away, but he grabs me and grips my thigh. Looking into his eyes, there’s a need there – and I want to fulfill it. He’s fighting this and I don’t want him too.
“Don’t be sorry. I want to hear what you have to say.”
I swallow hard and chew on my lip. I remind myself to speak from my heart. “It was shitty of me to lie to you. I should’ve told you the truth from the first moment that we started texting. I know that, but honestly, I kept lying to myself and saying what we were doing was innocent, that we were just friends. I made myself believe the lie, so in turn I guess I was okay with it.”
“But you—”
I cut him off. “Please let me finish. Then you can yell at me or say whatever you want and then I’ll go.” He nods his head, loosening the grip he has on my thigh. I hadn’t realized he was still clinging to me, but he was. My heart wrenches as he pulls away and sits against the back of the couch. “I wasn’t happy in my relationship. If I was being honest with myself, I’d never been happy with David. He didn’t accept me for who I was, who I am. That’s one of the things I like most about you. Since the moment we met, you haven’t judged me; you’ve always taken me for who I am. Like right now, me sitting here in pajamas with giant hair, you don’t judge me. I admire you for that.”
“Can I say something now?” he asks.
“Not yet. I’m almost finished.” I remember Vincent’s words and they give me
I’ll be home all day.
Thank God he agreed. Now what the hell do I say to him? I think on the way out. I grab my wallet, making a stop in the kitchen where Vincent is still hard at work. “Hey Vincent, I’m gonna run to Troy’s. Will you let Lex know when she wakes up?”
He smiles at me. “Sure, aren’t you gonna change?”
“My clothes are in the wash and I don’t want to wake Alexa. This will have to do.” I smile and turn around.
“Hey, Bridge,” he calls out after me.
“Yeah?” I say stopping to look back at him.
“Speak from your heart. Don’t let any words go unspoken.”
“Thanks.”
Driving to Troy’s, I keep repeating what I’m going to say to him, over and over in my head. Vincent’s words replay in my mind and I feel like I have a good game plan. All of my thoughts seem to be in order and I hope they all come out the way I’ve planned. Before I know it, I’m sitting in front of his house, thankful to be here, so I don’t let another minute pass me by and walk up to the front door. Knocking lightly, I wait and turn, looking around the neighborhood. It’s an awkward few moments and my heart begins to race. Fuck, maybe I should…just go.
Then the door behind me opens and I look to see Troy standing there – shirtless, with sleepy eyes and messy hair. “Hey,” he says running his hands through his hair and looking at my pajamas. Inwardly I feel self-conscious. Why didn’t I just sneak into Alexa’s room and change, or at least put some make-up on? My hair’s huge from sleeping with it wet.
“Hey,” I say back, suddenly at a loss for words.
“Come in,” he says moving out of the way for me.
“Thanks. I didn’t mean to wake you. I can come back later if you want. I should have texted you and told you I was on my way. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess since you said you were gonna be home all day, I—”
He cuts me off, “Calm down, Bridge. It’s fine.”
“What? I mean…okay. How have you been?” I ask. Damn it, brain, work.
He rubs his face with his hands and then looks down at me longingly. “Are you nervous or something?”
“I don’t know what I am. I… I’m sorry I fucked up.”
Troy moves to the couch and sits down. I follow and sit next to him. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he says.
“Do what?” I ask.
“This,” he says gesturing between the two of us.
I didn’t realize how close I had sat to him. My knee is against his leg. “I’m sorry,” I say and begin to scoot away, but he grabs me and grips my thigh. Looking into his eyes, there’s a need there – and I want to fulfill it. He’s fighting this and I don’t want him too.
“Don’t be sorry. I want to hear what you have to say.”
I swallow hard and chew on my lip. I remind myself to speak from my heart. “It was shitty of me to lie to you. I should’ve told you the truth from the first moment that we started texting. I know that, but honestly, I kept lying to myself and saying what we were doing was innocent, that we were just friends. I made myself believe the lie, so in turn I guess I was okay with it.”
“But you—”
I cut him off. “Please let me finish. Then you can yell at me or say whatever you want and then I’ll go.” He nods his head, loosening the grip he has on my thigh. I hadn’t realized he was still clinging to me, but he was. My heart wrenches as he pulls away and sits against the back of the couch. “I wasn’t happy in my relationship. If I was being honest with myself, I’d never been happy with David. He didn’t accept me for who I was, who I am. That’s one of the things I like most about you. Since the moment we met, you haven’t judged me; you’ve always taken me for who I am. Like right now, me sitting here in pajamas with giant hair, you don’t judge me. I admire you for that.”
“Can I say something now?” he asks.
“Not yet. I’m almost finished.” I remember Vincent’s words and they give me
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