Page 99 of More To Us

"He wrote a song about you," I say.

There's a loud clatter as the bowl and spoon drop from her hand and hit the sink.

Her back is still to me. "What did you say?"

"I said he wrote a song about you. Dylan wrote a song about you."

She whips around. "What are you talking about? Dylan did not write a song about me."

"He did. And he performed it last night. It was only the second time he'd sang it. The first time was last Saturday after we left. If we'd stayed, you could've heard it."

She's staring at me in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? You have to be. Because there's no way Dylan would do that. He probably doesn't even remember me." She walks into the living room.

I follow her. "Amber, I'm not kidding. Dylan really did write a song about you."

She looks at me. "So it was ABOUT me, not FOR me."

I stop to think of the difference, then say, "I think it was both. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you this but Austin said Dylan wrote that song because he was hoping you'd hear it."

"Why?" She sounds breathless, almost nervous. "What does he want?"

"For you to come back. He wants you back."

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's in the song. The lyrics said that you left and that he wants you back."

Her jaw drops, then she slowly closes it and shakes her head. "No. You must've heard him wrong. Or maybe he was talking about someone else. I'm sure he's had a lot of one-night stands." She goes to the couch and sits down.

"Amber it was you." I go and sit next to her. "It was just how you described that night. The song said he saw you across the room and that he just knew. He said words weren't needed. He said you spent a night together and when he woke up, you were gone. And he wants you back."

She's staring straight ahead, chewing on her thumbnail.

"Amber, are you okay?"

She turns to me. "What did Austin say?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you told him it was me, what did he say?"

"I didn't tell him."

"You didn't?"

"No. I thought you didn't want me to."

"I don't, but I didn't think you'd keep a secret like that from him, especially now, after you slept with him."

"It's not my secret to tell. It's your's."

"Yeah, but Dylan and Austin are friends. I just thought—"

"You and I are friends too, and you told me you didn't want anyone to know. And besides, you need to talk to Dylan before I tell Austin this. I wouldn't want him saying something to Dylan before you have a chance to talk to him."

She shakes her head really fast. "I'm not talking to Dylan."

"Why not?"

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