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Chapter Eight
Megan
Connor asked me to dinner.
It goes against everything I’ve said so far but I agreed, thinking maybe a night out with a nice guy would help get my mind off Ryder. I can feel myself slipping. He makes me want to let him back in. I refuse to do that, though. I need to find a way to forget about him because I couldn't move on from what we were when he was miles away. Now that I see him every day it feels almost impossible.
The fact that he’s under my skin makes me resent him more.
I put the finishing touches to my makeup and walk out of my room. “Well?”
Chrissy looks up at me from the couch. “You look nice.”
“I feel like there is a but coming . . .” I arch an eyebrow, knowing full well that she has more to say.
She pauses the TV, turning in her seat, tucking her feet up underneath her and stretching an arm over the back of the couch.
It’s her “We Need to Talk” pose.
Shit.
“You’re not going to like this, but I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t say anything so shut up and listen.” I open my mouth but close it immediately when she shoots me a look that could freeze fire. “Going out with this guy is not going to accomplish what you want it to. I’m sorry, but it won’t. You’re playing with fire, and leading this Connor guy on is not like you.”
She’s right. It isn’t.
“Have you considered your other options? I mean, maybe Ryder came back into your life for a reason.” She looks down at the couch, her hands dropping to play with the zipper of one of the cushions. “Have you considered giving things another go with him?”
My mouth drops open and I let out a squeak.
“No.” She holds up a hand. “Let me finish. You never moved on from him. You say you’re okay with him being around but you’re not. You’re nowhere close.” She shrugs, like she hasn’t just dropped this huge bombshell. “I just think it might be worth a shot.”
I have no words.
None.
For the longest time, Chrissy has been the cheerleader for decapitating Ryder. She knows what happened, what him leaving did to me. The fact that she would do a complete 180 and suggest actuallydatinghim.
Nope. No way.
Not happening.
“I can’t. You remember how screwed up I was the first time. How can I let him in again?” I sit down next to her. “I wish he didn’t come back. I wish that I didn’t still love him.”
Her arm comes around me just as a knock sounds on the door. I stand up, take a deep breath and try to wash away the emotions. I turn to her and give a curt nod. “See you later.”
I open the door. Connor is holding a bouquet of flowers, a huge smile plastered across his face. He looks like a child on Christmas morning.
God, I’m an asshole.
“Wow, those are beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
Such an asshole.
I take the flowers from him with a smile. “Let me put these in water really quick.”
I head into the kitchen and grab a vase out of the cabinet. I fill it with water and when I turn around Chrissy stands there, hip against the counter, a knowing smirk on her face. “Don’t even say it.”
