naturally at times.
But underneath the surface, there was something. He still had millions of questions. But he only asked some of them, despite the fact that their new compromise allowed him to ask as much as he wanted. Megan was living up to her end. Any questions he had, she had answered. Some more willingly than others.
Her words had affected him. He really didn’t know if he could handle 15 years of memories. Some of the things he had found out were already hard to deal with. Like how ugly things had gotten between his parents after their divorce. When Tyler had told him that a few days ago, it had been hard to take in. He wasn’t even sure he had fully grasped it yet. But more than that, something about how Megan had proposed the compromise had struck something deep inside of him.
There had been a sense of desperation to it. It was as if she wasn’t quite ready to deal with things either. He didn’t want to push her. Megan had been there for him since he had awoken into this strange, confusing, and scary new world. She had tirelessly taken care of him, and stayed by him always. Even during the worst of it, she had stayed.
He felt as if he owed her something in return for it. And if that something was to go easy on figuring out his past, then he was willing to do it. He wanted to know about his past, desperately at times, but he couldn’t do it if it was at her expense.
Then there was the tension that seemed to crackle underneath their interactions with each other. While they were getting along, every time they were alone, he could feel that tension. He wanted her. His brain might have been shaken up and muddled, but he was still a man and there was nothing wrong with him in that department. Megan was gorgeous, and the easier his interactions with her became, the more he wanted her. Desire was his constant companion whenever he thought of Megan and from the looks of things, he knew the feeling was mutual.
But neither of them wanted to act on it, or in his case, didn't know how to act on it, so the tension built. He wasn't sure how much longer they could keep this up.
“I knew I should have gotten rid of that thing when I had a chance,” Megan mumbled as she walked back into the living room.
He looked at her with feigned shock. “You were gonna get rid of my Xbox? That would definitely have been an abuse of my power-of-attorney.”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you two planning on eating dinner any time soon?”
Tyler smiled. “One game, Meggers.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.”
“What’s for dinner?” he asked looking over toward the countertop where she had placed some take-out containers. Megan had taken to coming over and bringing dinner with her several times a week these days. He really looked forward to those times. The three of them sitting around, eating, laughing and talking felt so comfortable.
She made a face at the both of them. “Well for you two, I’m thinking leftovers. But I did bring a couple of steaks, rice pilaf and grilled veggies.” She grinned. “And a chocolate and raspberry cake.”
He looked at Tyler for a beat before he tossed his game paddle down. “Sorry, man. A guy’s gotta eat.”
Megan laughed. “So Ty, leftovers for you?”
Tyler regarded the both of them with a sour expression. “That wasn’t fair Meg!” He directed his gaze toward Jason. “Traitor.”
Jason grinned as he reached for his cane. His leg was healing remarkably well and he had been off his crutches for a few days now. “You expect me to pass up on that kind of a meal? Besides, the game’s on pause. We’ll eat fast and get back to it.”
“Ohh!” Megan exclaimed. “I give up.” She looked at Tyler. “And here I was, hoping you’d be a good influence on him.”
Jason looked at her in indignation as he limped toward the dining table. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He indicated Tyler. “You don’t think I can be a good influence?”
“Of course you
But underneath the surface, there was something. He still had millions of questions. But he only asked some of them, despite the fact that their new compromise allowed him to ask as much as he wanted. Megan was living up to her end. Any questions he had, she had answered. Some more willingly than others.
Her words had affected him. He really didn’t know if he could handle 15 years of memories. Some of the things he had found out were already hard to deal with. Like how ugly things had gotten between his parents after their divorce. When Tyler had told him that a few days ago, it had been hard to take in. He wasn’t even sure he had fully grasped it yet. But more than that, something about how Megan had proposed the compromise had struck something deep inside of him.
There had been a sense of desperation to it. It was as if she wasn’t quite ready to deal with things either. He didn’t want to push her. Megan had been there for him since he had awoken into this strange, confusing, and scary new world. She had tirelessly taken care of him, and stayed by him always. Even during the worst of it, she had stayed.
He felt as if he owed her something in return for it. And if that something was to go easy on figuring out his past, then he was willing to do it. He wanted to know about his past, desperately at times, but he couldn’t do it if it was at her expense.
Then there was the tension that seemed to crackle underneath their interactions with each other. While they were getting along, every time they were alone, he could feel that tension. He wanted her. His brain might have been shaken up and muddled, but he was still a man and there was nothing wrong with him in that department. Megan was gorgeous, and the easier his interactions with her became, the more he wanted her. Desire was his constant companion whenever he thought of Megan and from the looks of things, he knew the feeling was mutual.
But neither of them wanted to act on it, or in his case, didn't know how to act on it, so the tension built. He wasn't sure how much longer they could keep this up.
“I knew I should have gotten rid of that thing when I had a chance,” Megan mumbled as she walked back into the living room.
He looked at her with feigned shock. “You were gonna get rid of my Xbox? That would definitely have been an abuse of my power-of-attorney.”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you two planning on eating dinner any time soon?”
Tyler smiled. “One game, Meggers.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.”
“What’s for dinner?” he asked looking over toward the countertop where she had placed some take-out containers. Megan had taken to coming over and bringing dinner with her several times a week these days. He really looked forward to those times. The three of them sitting around, eating, laughing and talking felt so comfortable.
She made a face at the both of them. “Well for you two, I’m thinking leftovers. But I did bring a couple of steaks, rice pilaf and grilled veggies.” She grinned. “And a chocolate and raspberry cake.”
He looked at Tyler for a beat before he tossed his game paddle down. “Sorry, man. A guy’s gotta eat.”
Megan laughed. “So Ty, leftovers for you?”
Tyler regarded the both of them with a sour expression. “That wasn’t fair Meg!” He directed his gaze toward Jason. “Traitor.”
Jason grinned as he reached for his cane. His leg was healing remarkably well and he had been off his crutches for a few days now. “You expect me to pass up on that kind of a meal? Besides, the game’s on pause. We’ll eat fast and get back to it.”
“Ohh!” Megan exclaimed. “I give up.” She looked at Tyler. “And here I was, hoping you’d be a good influence on him.”
Jason looked at her in indignation as he limped toward the dining table. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He indicated Tyler. “You don’t think I can be a good influence?”
“Of course you
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