Page 65 of Same Time Next Summer

“I’m writing a new album, and I dropped the first song last night. I just put it online. It’s kind of a thing already. It’s calledSummer Songs. I don’t need a music producer, as it turns out.” Wyatt’s hands are behind his head, and he’s watching me take this in.

He’s smiling, so I smile back. But I’m ashamed of myself. I was happier thirty seconds ago when I thought he’d blown it and was coming home. If he can make it on his own and people like his voice, I’m going to lose him again.

“Google me,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “I get it, you’re a big shot. I’m impressed.”

“No. Seriously, google me.”

I find my shorts on the floor, pull my phone out of my pocket, and type “Wyatt Pope.” What appears makes no sense to me, because I thought it existed only in my mind. It’s the drawing I did of Wyatt writing a song, complete with the hole in the top where the old nail pushed through. His eyes are looking directly at me, exactly how I remember that moment I was climbing up the ladder. Along the bottom are the words “Wyatt Pope Summer Songs.”

I look up at Wyatt. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s my album cover. I’m releasing songs as I have them. But that’s the artwork. That’s what I’m coming back to.” He’s smiling at me, and there is something I should say but I’m speechless. “You’re not going to sue me, are you? It was a gift. I have witnesses.”

“No. I mean, yes, it was a gift.” And then, because I just have to get the words out of my head, “It’s so good.”

Wyatt laughs and takes my hands. “It really is. I’ve had it up every place I’ve ever lived.” I lie back down next to him and hug him tight. I don’t know why it matters now, but I’m glad he didn’t completely leave me behind all those years ago. It’s strange to think something has disintegrated and then find out it has not.

Wyatt notices I’m crying before I do. “Sam, what’s going on? This is good news. I’m free.”

I don’t want to look at him. “God, I’m so selfish. That’s great. Of course, it’s great. But just a minute ago you were here and maybe staying and now you’ve got an album and you’re going to leave and do a big thing.”

“I’m going to stay and do a big thing.” He takes my face in his hands and wipes a tear with his thumb. “I’m going to stay here and finish the album. You’re going to help me.”

I wipe my eyes on the blanket. “Oh.”

“Sam, I got my voice back,” he says. “I can do whatever I want.”

“With me?”

“Want me to start from the beginning again?”

“No. I get it. I just...” I am equal parts afraid and happy. Having something like this to lose is more than I can fathom as I’m trying to start my life over again. I don’t want to spend a few months in Wyatt’s arms and then send him back to Los Angeles while I get reacquainted with Dr. Judy. I don’t know if he’s staying or if he’sstaying. “I love our friendship. It feels kind of risky to do this.”

“I see no risk.”

I don’t say anything. I keep my head on his chest and concentrate on the way his skin touches mine down the whole length of my body. This is too much to lose.

Wyatt tilts my chin so that we’re eye to eye. “I’m done writing songs about how much I loved you when we were kids. Missy can have those songs. My new album is about how I feel now. And when I’m done, I’m going to write another one about how a year’s gone by and I’m even more in love with you.” He’s looking at me with such certainty and confidence that I can almost hear these songs. “After that I’ll probably write songs about being married to a crazy art teacher. I love you, Sam. I’ve loved you my whole life. There’s no risk.”

“Oh.” I’m in the most improbable situation, grown up and naked in this treehouse with Wyatt, who loves me. He’s wrong, of course; there’s a ton of risk in loving someone like this. But I know it’s worth it, and for the first time in years, everything makes sense. “I love you too.”

He kisses me for a long time. Just slowly, like it’s not going anywhere. Like he’s not going anywhere. “I should have done this years ago,” he says.

“I think you did.”

“No, I mean come here to see you. I think I needed to get backed into a corner.”

“Who backed you into a corner?”

Wyatt looks away like he’s embarrassed. And I can’t imagine why, because we’re both completely naked on a lot of levels. “I brought the music festival here because Michael told me you were getting married.”

I am shocked and not shocked.

“I rented the house from my mom. I paid for the renovation at the Owl Barn. I just wanted to see you again, and make sure you were happy and with someone good. I thought I’d get closure.”

And I like this. I like knowing that it wasn’t some act of fate or the draw of a washed-up tennis player that brought Wyatt back here to me. He chose me and got on a plane. “I am happy, and I am with someone good,” I say.

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