freshener.
I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and looked down at my dirty clothes on the floor. I either had to put on my dirty clothes or get something of Tanner’s.
“Not happening,” I whispered to myself. There was no way in hell I was going there. I snagged my boxer briefs and quickly put them back on before walking into her bedroom.
“You’re only wearing those?” Tessa asked, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head, as she situated herself against her pillows. Her gaze swept down from my bare chest to the thin fabric of my boxers.
I pulled down the blankets on the other side of the bed. “Yes, I’m not about to put on shorts that have vomit on them, and we know what happened to my shirt. Just think of it like I’m wearing shorts.”
“Shorts that show me everything you have to offer.”
“Everything I have to offer? Are you trying to ask me something?”
“Nope,” she clipped. “I’m just saying what you’ve offered to other girls.” She turned around to look at me with half of her face smashed against the pillow. Her lips were parted and moist. “Have you ever thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“What it would be like being with me?”
Her question caught me off-guard. “I don’t think we should be having this discussion right now when we’re laying in bed half-naked together. Plus, you’ve been drinking.” Again, Tessa always wanted to bring this up when she was intoxicated.
I grabbed my pillow and smacked it a few times before getting comfortable. Strands of hair floated from her face as she blew out a breath. “Just answer the damn question, why do you always have to be so complicated?”
I laughed and pointed to myself. “Me, complicated. You’ve got to be joking.” I reached out and ran my hand over her face. “You, my dear, are the most complicated person I’ve ever met.”
“That’s not true. You’ve always known what I’ve wanted. I’ve laid it out for you countless times. But you, you never tell me. You’ll give me a little and then pull away telling me it’s wrong. I don’t see what’s so wrong with us being together.”
“You need to get to sleep,” I replied. She rolled her eyes, muttered a few smartass remarks before turning off the lamp on her nightstand, and turning her back to me.
The darkness gave me courage. “Yes,” I said, suddenly.
I couldn’t see her, but I made out the shadow of her turning around and looking at me. “Yes?”
“The answer is yes, I’ve thought about us being together.”
“A lot?” She questioned, her voice perking up.
“Too many times to count. All the time. Every single day.”
“Then why have you never acted on it?”
I sighed hard. “It’s too complicated.”
“Why can’t you make it uncomplicated?”
I paused, wondering if I should tell her about the promise I made Tanner. “I just can’t.”
“And we’re having the same conversation for the millionth time, me telling you to give us a chance, and you shooting me down. You know how hard it is for a girl to get turned down continuously?”
“I’m sorry, I really am, and if circumstances were different, there’s no way in hell I could ever turn you down.” I loved her, and I knew she loved me, but it wasn’t that simple. “You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”
“But still not good enough,” she huffed, turning back around. “Goodnight, Dawson.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad. I’m used to it now. I’ve got myself, and that’s it.”
“Just because we’re not screwing doesn’t mean I’m not here for you. You were like my best friend too, and it kills me to see you doing this to yourself. I want you to be happy. I want you to be with someone who treats you right.”
“But you keep fighting them away from me.”
“I’m fighting away the ones who don’t deserve you, and please don’t say that asshole does.”
“Goodnight, Dawson,” she muttered,
I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and looked down at my dirty clothes on the floor. I either had to put on my dirty clothes or get something of Tanner’s.
“Not happening,” I whispered to myself. There was no way in hell I was going there. I snagged my boxer briefs and quickly put them back on before walking into her bedroom.
“You’re only wearing those?” Tessa asked, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head, as she situated herself against her pillows. Her gaze swept down from my bare chest to the thin fabric of my boxers.
I pulled down the blankets on the other side of the bed. “Yes, I’m not about to put on shorts that have vomit on them, and we know what happened to my shirt. Just think of it like I’m wearing shorts.”
“Shorts that show me everything you have to offer.”
“Everything I have to offer? Are you trying to ask me something?”
“Nope,” she clipped. “I’m just saying what you’ve offered to other girls.” She turned around to look at me with half of her face smashed against the pillow. Her lips were parted and moist. “Have you ever thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“What it would be like being with me?”
Her question caught me off-guard. “I don’t think we should be having this discussion right now when we’re laying in bed half-naked together. Plus, you’ve been drinking.” Again, Tessa always wanted to bring this up when she was intoxicated.
I grabbed my pillow and smacked it a few times before getting comfortable. Strands of hair floated from her face as she blew out a breath. “Just answer the damn question, why do you always have to be so complicated?”
I laughed and pointed to myself. “Me, complicated. You’ve got to be joking.” I reached out and ran my hand over her face. “You, my dear, are the most complicated person I’ve ever met.”
“That’s not true. You’ve always known what I’ve wanted. I’ve laid it out for you countless times. But you, you never tell me. You’ll give me a little and then pull away telling me it’s wrong. I don’t see what’s so wrong with us being together.”
“You need to get to sleep,” I replied. She rolled her eyes, muttered a few smartass remarks before turning off the lamp on her nightstand, and turning her back to me.
The darkness gave me courage. “Yes,” I said, suddenly.
I couldn’t see her, but I made out the shadow of her turning around and looking at me. “Yes?”
“The answer is yes, I’ve thought about us being together.”
“A lot?” She questioned, her voice perking up.
“Too many times to count. All the time. Every single day.”
“Then why have you never acted on it?”
I sighed hard. “It’s too complicated.”
“Why can’t you make it uncomplicated?”
I paused, wondering if I should tell her about the promise I made Tanner. “I just can’t.”
“And we’re having the same conversation for the millionth time, me telling you to give us a chance, and you shooting me down. You know how hard it is for a girl to get turned down continuously?”
“I’m sorry, I really am, and if circumstances were different, there’s no way in hell I could ever turn you down.” I loved her, and I knew she loved me, but it wasn’t that simple. “You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”
“But still not good enough,” she huffed, turning back around. “Goodnight, Dawson.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad. I’m used to it now. I’ve got myself, and that’s it.”
“Just because we’re not screwing doesn’t mean I’m not here for you. You were like my best friend too, and it kills me to see you doing this to yourself. I want you to be happy. I want you to be with someone who treats you right.”
“But you keep fighting them away from me.”
“I’m fighting away the ones who don’t deserve you, and please don’t say that asshole does.”
“Goodnight, Dawson,” she muttered,
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