Page 62 of Every Inch of You
“I’lltry.”
“Oh shit—I forgot you have to see your ex and his fiancée too! Ugh sorry! But have fun! You look fantastic—and I do not use that wordlightly!”
I got out of the car and gave her a faux-enthusiastic thumbsup.
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It wasn’tuntil I was on the ferry to the San Juan Islands, and saw the pod of Killer Whales in the distance, that I allowed myself to feel just how much I wished Brad was with me to experience everything. Whoever he was. My Brad, the one I loved. I mean—do we ever really know another person?It was so fucking beautiful, and I had wanted to experience all beautiful things withhim.
I realized that I hadn’t told Aubrey that Brad wasn’tcoming.
I realized that my parents would be expecting to seehim.
I realized that I would have to face Connor and Slutfacealone.
I realized I had experienced two breakups within half ayear.
“Don’t jump,” said a man’s voice from behindme.
I realized I was leaning against the railing of the ferry, staring down at thewaves.
And then I realized I knew thatvoice.
I slowly turned around to facehim.
Connor.
It was him. I barely recognized him. I wasn’t the only one who had lost weight in the past few months, but he didn’t look fit. He looked tired. He looked sad. He was wearing a suit, as usual, but it hung a little loose onhim.
“Hey,” he said. “You lookamazing.”
He was so bereft when he said it, I almost didn’t know if I should thank him or not. “Thank you.Hi.”
He pulled me in for a hug before I knew what hit me. It was a real hug. A nicehug.
Before he pulled away, he said, “You look really, reallyamazing.”
“Thanks again. How areyou?”
He shrugged. “How areyou?”
Ishrugged.
“I heard you were bringing some hunky sex god to thewedding.”
“Yeah, he, um…He couldn’t make it. Where’sLangley?”
“Who?” He was staring at my barelegs.
“Haha.”
His eyes snapped back to meet mine. “She couldn’t makeit.”
“Oh.”
“I moved out lastweek.”
“Oh.Sorry.”
