Page 34 of Love Off Script

“Well, of course, you’ll have three things to say about yourself that you like. You’re… assured.”

“First of all, I was talking about you. And secondly, I’ve told you I was a hermit after my breakup, which happened three years ago. What part of that makes me sound confident?” I didn’t mean to be self-deprecating, but I needed her to understand that we all have struggles, which was okay.

“Yeah, but you have done that by choice. If you wanted to go out into the world and talk to people, you could. You have all the skills inside you to make anyone like you.” The corner of her mouth hitched into the slightest smile, and her tiny dimple showed.

“And anyone would be crazy not to take the time to get to know you. You are quiet at first, but you have so much personality dying to get out if you could get over your insecurities. You are a sweet, smart, and… funny person.” I had to stop myself from finishing that alliteration with sexy, but the way she was looking at me now, so intensely, that was a word that floated through my mind.

“You might be the only one who feels that way.”

“Do you disagree?” I challenged her.

“Oh, I don’t?—”

“Don’t you dare say you don’t know. What adjective did I use that was wrong? There are so many others I could say, but that won’t make you believe them. You have to come to those conclusions on your own. So… tell me your thoughts.” Taking a compliment could be hard, but giving yourself one was even more difficult.

I understood that, but I wouldn’t back down on this. She was so close to a breakthrough. I could tell.

“I agree that I’m the things you said—sometimes. But there are many more things I could work on to be better.”

“That’s true for everyone. We all have to choose to grow. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t give ourselves credit for where we are.”

She nodded imperceptibly, and I wondered if it was finally sinking in. “I’m a hard worker. I try to be open-minded, and I’m forgiving.”

“Those are great things to be, and I’m so proud of you for acknowledging your worth.”

“You make me feel like I’m a different person.” She let out a heavy breath.

“No, this person has been inside you, but somewhere along the way, you have taught yourself to suppress them.”

“That’s called self-preservation.” She chuckled, but I could tell she didn’t think it was funny.

“Maybe that was the case before, but you are resilient. You’ve been through stuff but came out of it stronger, and you no longer need to hide. You don’t give a fuck what people think because you are doing the best you can.”

Now, her laugh turned into something real. “I think you’ve confused me with yourself, but I’ll ride your coattails if you let me.”

I grabbed her by the shoulders to make sure she was looking directly at me. “You do not belong in anyone’s shadow. You are the light. Remember that.” My therapist had beat so many of these mantras into my head, but they didn’t resonate with me until now. “Say it.”

“Say what?” She licked her lips nervously, and I needed to give myself space.

I pulled her off the couch so she was standing. I thought it might make her feel more powerful, and it gave me an excuse to back away from her. “Say I don’t need to hide. I am the light.”

“Okay.” She appeared deep in thought, and I sighed.

“Out loud!” I scolded, and she spat it out quickly but quietly. “With conviction—I don’t need to hide. I am the light!” My voice filled the small space, reverberating off the walls, and I worried I might get a noise complaint, but if it would empower her, it was worth it.

“I don’t need to hide. I am the light.” Her tone wasn’t as powerful as mine, but it was above a whisper, so I called it a win.

“Exactly. Now, tomorrow, you’ll invite her on a date.” I almost choked on that last word because I couldn’t see them together, but I was helping Shiloh live her best life, not the life I envisioned.

“That soon?” Her uneasiness was back, but I wasn’t having it.

“Yes! So tonight, we better get down to business and figure out what she likes to do.” My excitement for her stepping outside of her comfort zone was overflowing, but the weight of what that meant was crashing down on me.

Chapter 18

Shiloh

Ihad seen Sonya go from aloof Barbie to online detective in seconds. It didn’t matter who she was digging up dirt on. She had an uncanny ability to discover their life story in the blink of an eye. But the funny thing was, Caz and I came up with nothing when we tried to gain intel on Ember.

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