Page 41 of Every Broken Promise
“You left right away. I figured you didn’t even eat.”
His tone was a bit more hesitant now as he handed me the box with what I hoped were wings from Zeke’s.
Tentatively, I reached for them. I mean, who would say no to wings—free wings?
“It’s your birthday, Typal,” I reminded him, and he rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your friends?”
“I’m with the only person who matters.” He shrugged.
“You would have more fun with them.”
He motioned for me to sit down and did the same on the other side of the bed.
“This is better than any birthday I’ve had in the last four years.”
The concrete I had encased all over my heart was beginning to crack.
“You can stay until I finish eating, but then you must leave.”
I could see the tension leave his body at my words.
“About prom night?—”
“Don’t,” I immediately stopped him. “We are not going to talk about that now.”
His jaw clenched, not happy that I didn’t let him talk about the past. The time for making amends was long gone.
I opened the lid to the takeout box, and my mouth watered at the sight of the wings. I had just brought one to my mouth and taken the first bite when Tyler spoke again.
“I wasn’t going home with Carrie.”
I almost choked on the food.
“That’s none of my business,” I let him know even though his admission did something funny to me.
“There’s no one.”
My belly dipped and fluttered.
I didn’t know what to say, so I kept quiet, but he felt the need to keep going.
“Just wanted you to know.”
Why the fuck did he just say that for?Feelings that should be dead had no reason to resurface.
“This truce is only until I finish my food,” I reminded him.
He grinned at me, and I wanted to smack that smug grin off his face.
“I eat fast.”
“You still haven’t given me a present,” he said instead.
“Well, that sucks for you.”
Even though my tone feigned nonchalance, I still felt some guilt.
“Say my name.” His voice was soft, almost pleading.
