Page 85 of Resurrection
"Refreshing?" I ask.
"Yep."
Our eyes meet.
"So is that why you got a room?" he finally asks. "To drink with me?"
"You can order room service if you’re hungry."
"I’m fine. You?"
"I’m fine too. I’m around food all day."
Anxiety aside, I’m tired. I’ve been on my feet since lunch, so I’d like to sit down. I don’t know why I sit on the bed with my feet tucked beneath me. There are two chairs and a couch. Still, I choose the bed. Maybe because it looks comfortable, or maybe because, deep down, I already know what will happen.
I’m clearly not thinking straight. Or with my brain.
Ty makes it impossible to think in general.
"So?" I speak.
"So what?"
"Why did you insist on having dinner?"
He stands in front of the bed. There are still traces of my lipstick in the corners of his mouth, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
"Because I think I need to tell you some things in a proper setting, not while we’re surrounded by screaming teenagers."
"Is this proper enough for you?" I motion at the room.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he flops onto the bed next to me, close but not quite touching. "Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t left?"
"Do you?"
He takes a long pull from his beer, watching me with those blue eyes that see too much. I can feel his heated gaze on my face, burning me. "Every day."
"What’s the point, Ty? The past is the past. You can’t change it."
"But you can change the future."
"I like how my life is."
"I don’t… And I don’t think you do either. You lie to yourself."
"Bullshit."
"You’re beautiful and successful and still single."
"Maybe that’s my choice."
"You could have done anything. Instead, you’re back here where it all started."
"If you believe I returned to Sageview Ridge because I’m waiting for you, you’re mistaken."
"Well, then talk to me."
I sip on my wine cooler. "About what?" Finally, I turn to look at him. This distance between us, this tiny space, is on fire.
