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I nod, “Yeah.”

He chuckles humorlessly, then snaps, “Where would you like me to do that? It’s not like she has a fucking headstone.”

He’s angry, I made him angry bringing this up, but it’s now or fucking never, I guess.

I pop an elbow onto the bed to hold my head up to look at him, “I mean, did you guys have a favorite place or something? You deserve to say goodbye to her.”

“Olivia.” He breathes, “It’s been years, please, drop this.”

I push myself into a sitting position and look down at where he’s lying on the bed, “I need to know that you’ve moved past it. It’s okay to love her, it’s okay to be happy when you think about her, but you need that closure, Travis.”

“You think I’m happy when I think about her?!” He snaps, sitting up and pressing his back against the headboard, his gaze landing on me heavy, “I’m the reason she’s fucking dead, Olivia! If I had just made the right decision, she would still be breathing.”

I shake my head, sighing a little, because he absolutely hasn’t worked through this, and he needs to. Not for me, not for the security and benefit it will give me, but because he can’t go through life like this.

“Travis, things happen for a reason, and Jasmine made her own choices. You weren’t her keeper, she would have made the same decision no matter what you said, you can’t carry this on your shoulders forever.” I say, my voice clearer and more confident than I feel on the inside.

He shakes his head, “All I know, Liv, is that I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you with everything I have.”

His hand finds me, his fingers lacing between mine before he squeezes. I nod, because I know he’s being sincere, I know he’ll protect me until his last breath. But that isn’t the point.

My perfect, damaged, broken boy needs to face his demons now, and I’m going to help him just like he helped me.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Olivia

I’m lyingon a sunbed on the roof of Summer’s building in a bikini that would drive Travis wild, slathered in tanning oil, blasting some shitty EDM music that Mac has gotten Summer into lately.

“Summer.” I say, pulling her attention from the copy of Vogue in her hand, and she slides her sunglasses down her nose to look at me, “Do we have to listen to Optimus Prime having sex while we’re relaxing?”

She twists her face into a scowl, pushes her sunglasses back to cover her eyes then turns her attention back to her magazine, “Shut up, Liv.”

I laugh, stretching out on the lounger to soak up the sun, “Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and a place for this shit, but this is not it.”

Ignoring the sound of disgust she makes in her throat in response, I lean over, pull her phone from the table and start scrolling her playlist. Lots of EDM, some random shit, some more random shit, and then I find what I’m looking for. I hit play on a song byThe Weekndand toss her phone back down, lying back and getting comfortable again.

It’s been a week since the wholeBrodything, and we’ve been isolating ourselves from the outside world a lot. Spending a lot of time with the guys at their place, laying in the sun during the day when no one’s up here, then shutting ourselves back indoors to binge watch tv.

Summer roped me into doing yoga with her one day, safe to say I’m never doing that again, I definitely prefer working out with Travis,if you know what I mean.

“What time is it?” Summer’s voice cuts through my thoughts just as I start warming on the inside, thinking about spending nights between Travis’s sheets with him.

I tilt my phone where it’s sitting on the chair with me, refusing to move my body, “Almost 4.” I answer her and she pops her lips loudly in place of a thank you.

The boys should be here soon. I’ve been forcing Travis to go to work the last couple days, insisting that I can take care of myself when he isn’t around, and that one of us needs to be making a living still. He’s been taking Jax and Mac with him, so they can do god knows what around his shop all day.

But it’s Friday so they’re all leaving the shop early so we can get ready to go out tonight.

“We going to Savage tonight?” Summer asks, her attention still on the magazine she’s flipping through.

I hum through my lips, shrugging even though she’s not looking at me, and she doesn’t say anything else.

I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the smooth melody playing through the speaker, deciding to soak up as much sun as I can before my man gets home and demands my attention.

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“Pretty girl.”Travis’s smooth voice wakes me, his hands threading into my hair as he presses his lips to my jawline. I must have dozed off once the EDM stopped.

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