Instead of You(65)

“You can’t tell my mother.”

She slowly pulled her hand away. “I agree that right now is not the best time for your mom to hear about the two of you, but when she does find out, it shouldn’t be from me. You should be the one to explain to her how you feel about McKenzie, but not until she’s mentally well enough to think clearly about what this all means.”

“So you won’t tell her?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s best for her right now.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief. Not only was it a relief to hear that she wouldn’t tell my mother, but the feeling of weight lifting off my shoulders, the release of tension now that somebody knew about us, was incredible.

“Thank you,” I said, and it might have been the most sincere thing I’d said to anyone. I was thankful for her compassion and her understanding, for not judging us or trying to convince us that what we were doing was wrong. “Your support means the world to me.”

“Just take care of my girl. Be good for her.”

I nodded. It was all I could do.

Ten minutes later I was knocking on Kenzie’s bedroom door, both anxious about the night away from my mom, but also elated to have some sort of stamp of approval from her mother. Her bedroom door opened and I watched the surprise sweep over her face as I moved into her room, forcing her to step back.

“Hayes,” she managed, but that was all she got out before I pulled her into me and then spun around to press her back against the door.

“Pack a bag,” I said, my eyes meeting hers, my hands coming to rest on her waist. “You’re coming with me to Bellingham.” Her eyes went wide. “My meeting is tonight. Soon, actually, so we need to get a move on. But your mom suggested you come with me.”

“My mom?” she was just as shocked as I had been at the suggestion.

“She knows,” I whispered, moving my face into her neck, trying to breathe in the scent of her. “She figured it out and she’s all right with it.”

“She knows?”

I nodded my head, my nose moving along the skin of her neck, and I could feel her shiver slightly against me from the touch.

“She just told me she knows we’re together and she wants you to be happy.” McKenzie was silent for a few moments, so I took the time to slide my hands up her back, bringing her body flush with mine, and to press my mouth into the crook where her neck met her shoulder. “She said you could come with me. Practically insisted.”

“Okay,” she breathed, her hands moving slowly up my arms, over my shoulders, and threading through the hair at my nape. I moved my lips up the column of her throat, loving the way her back arched and her hips pressed into me, but I had to pull away. Even though I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her, we had to leave, and I would have wanted more than three minutes with her had we continued.

“I’m going to finish this later,” I said, kissing the underside of her chin. “But right now I need you to throw together an overnight bag.” I kissed her quickly on the mouth, not nearly long or deep enough, but I didn’t want to lose focus. “I’ll meet you over at my house as soon as you’re ready, okay?”

“All right,” she said, leaning her weight back against the door, my fingertips sliding off her skin. “I’ll be over in a few.” She stepped away from the door, letting me pull it open, and I left her house feeling lighter than I had in days.





Chapter Twenty-Three


McKenzie


Hayes slept most of the way to Bellingham. There was something that struck me as sweet about him sleeping while I was driving. He’d started the drive with his hand on my thigh, and it had stayed there most of the trip. I’d never tire of having Hayes touch me while he slept. I kept the radio low and enjoyed the quiet drive. The soothing sounds of the music playing softly and the road whizzing by outside the window lulled me into a sense of ease I hadn’t had in weeks. In the quiet there was calm.

Twenty minutes from his campus I woke Hayes up and we decided I would drop him off at his meeting and head to a coffee shop just down the street to work on some assignments I’d brought with me, and then we’d meet back up and head to his apartment.

I pulled up in front of the cafe where he had his meeting and he pressed a fast kiss to my cheek, said a hasty good-bye, then hopped out of the car and practically ran to the door. I smiled watching him, loving the fact that he seemed a little lighter too.

I found a vacant table in the corner of the coffee shop and settled in, hoping to make a dent in my work. Hayes had been busy all week trying to bring his mother back from the darkness she had fallen back into, and I hadn’t really been able to see him much. The only bright side to that was I’d nearly completed all of my make-up work. The sooner I finished the last few assignments, the sooner I felt like I could close the door on that part of my life with a little more force.

I would always love Cory; of that I was sure. But I couldn’t help but feel there were still parts of my life tying me back to him. And even though homework seemed inconsequential, I wanted that whole terrible period of my life behind me. I wanted desperately to look forward, to have the excitement of what was to come fill me, not the dread of the painful things that had happened in the past.

So with my papers spread out, book open wide, and earphones plugged in, I set out to finish the last few things I was tasked with. The time flew by and the focus came easily. I let out a breath and slumped back into my chair, taking a moment to look around.