Instead of You(47)

“How about we go together?” Her face was filled with affection, as if my offering to go for her was a gift.

“Sounds good.” I turned and continued down the hall to my room. I took a shower, both glad and sad to rinse the night away. Even though my instincts told me my nights with Hayes had just begun, I couldn’t help but slip the memory into the little folder of my mind labeled Best Night Ever.

Sitting down at my desk, my homework in front of me, piles formed based on which assignments were most important or due first, was just a little overwhelming. I knew if I took it one piece at a time it would be easy, but the stacks intimidated me. I picked up my phone and called Hayes.

“Hey,” he answered, the sound of his voice, just one word, making some of my stress float away. “You get home okay?”

“Yeah, the girls dropped me off a little while ago.” I stood from my desk and walked to my bed, lying down and looking out the window. “Did your mom do all right while you were gone?”

“I think so. Actually, she got out of bed a little while ago and ate breakfast.” His voice sounded optimistic and happy.

“That’s amazing.”

“She ate, then took a shower, and now she’s in the living room. She’s just sitting there watching TV, but she’s not in bed, so I say it’s a win.” The hope in his voice broke my heart. I wanted that for him, for his mother to get better. Not only for Mrs. Wallace’s sake, but equally for Hayes’s.

“It’s a good day, then.”

“The best,” he replied, voice lower and raspy, making the hairs on my arms stand up. “It killed me to leave you this morning.”

“Well, it killed me to come back to the tent and see you were gone. But I understand why you left. It was smart, actually. We’re lucky no one saw you.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to come over later with my mom.”

“And the day just gets better and better.”

“Do you think it’s going to get harder to be around our parents? To pretend like nothing is happening between us?”

“Probably,” he said, the honesty vibrating in his voice. “Does that bother you?”

I shrugged and then realized he couldn’t see me. “I don’t know. It just sucks that something that makes me so happy has the potential to hurt so many people.”

“Just promise me something, Kenz.”

“What?”

“Promise me the moment you aren’t happy anymore, you’ll tell me.”

His voice told me he was thinking about all the time I spent with Cory. All the years I convinced myself the feelings would come eventually. I didn’t have the words to explain to him how being unhappy with him seemed like an impossibility.

“You’re not him, Hayes. And I’m not the same person I was when I was with him, either. I’ll tell you how I know the difference.”

“How?”

“My feelings for you were never a question. I never once had to think about how I felt. I’ve known all along it was you, I was just too afraid to believe it.” I waited, listening to his soft breaths through the phone, wanting to hear any kind of response.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to me over the phone,” he murmured, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I can’t kiss you through the phone.”

His words had the same effect as a kiss: my head became light, my mouth turned up in a shy smile, and my pulse raced. “Oh,” was my breathy response.

“I’ll find a way to kiss you later.”

Oh, God.

My body reacted immediately to his words, my core clenching, breath hitching. I didn’t know if he meant he’d find an opportunity to kiss me, or he’d kiss me in a way I’d only imagined someone kissing me—his mouth on unfamiliar parts of my body.

“All right.” I wasn’t sure he heard me; my voice was just a whoosh of air, my lungs simply giving up on functioning correctly.

“I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Okay.”

He hung up and if I weren’t already lying down, I would have collapsed onto my bed. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep up with Hayes; he obviously had an advantage in the sexual prowess department. Something told me even if he left me in the dust, I’d regret not taking the ride.





Chapter Seventeen


McKenzie


It was dinnertime and Mom and I were headed to see Mrs. Wallace and Hayes. My dad stayed behind, telling us he had things to work on at home. Mom kissed his cheek, her hand reverently on his face, and told him she loved him before we left the house.

Mark had been my dad’s best friend. Introduced to each other through my mom and Mrs. Wallace, they’d become fast friends. Twenty years of friendship had been built between them, and I knew my dad was taking Mark’s loss hard. Not in an unhealthy way, but still in a gut-wrenching way. I knew going to Mark’s house made him uncomfortable—he did it, but he sometimes tried to stay away. That evening seemed to be one of those times.

My mother carried two pizza boxes down the street while I kept pace beside her. She’d decided she was too lazy to cook, so it became a pizza night.