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“He barely flirted and it at least distracted me for nearly an hour, which I totally needed.”
She nods.
“I still think something’s off there.”
“Yeah.”
I don’t tell her that I’m back to wondering what exactly is off because I can’t put my finger on it.
“Maybe. I don’t know. Either way, it was a horrible day and I hate that I can’t talk to him…”
“Blake?”
“Easton, I say, then rush to my laptop and open it.
“Let me just send this real quick…”
Aknock sounds at my door.
“Yo.”
Ryan lets himself in.
“Hey, beautiful, mind if I borrow you real quick?”
He kisses Sadie on the cheek.
She blushes, then shoves him.
“Nope, wait, you’re friends with the devil.” He rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, let me just say right here and right now, you both need to listen to the reason. Yes, I knew, blah, blah, blah, you all want to murder me, who runs the world, girls, but for real…he did nothing wrong and
Harp…”
His eyes soften.
“He loves you. He would never cheat on you. Besides, if he did, I’d cheerfully kill him and go to prison.”
Tears fill my eyes.
“Thanks, Ry.”
“Anytime.”
He grabs Sadie’s arm and pulls her out of my room, leaving me alone with my laptop and all my dark thoughts.
I take a deep breath and get on gmail.
And then I type.
Easton, I know we need to talk.
I don’t know if I overreacted or if I’m just letting life kick my ass, but I miss you. I don’t want to break up, I just need some time…but I also need you.
I don’t know what to do and how things got so complicated so fast, but… can’t text you, so I at least thought I could email and let you know that no matter what, right now, in this moment, you’re still mine.
And I’m still yours.
I click send and I stare at my screen.
Wondering if there’s a way to salvage this. Or if we really are done.
I don’t have to wait long as my email pings minutes later, making me nearly drop my computer onto the floor in an effort to check if it’s him.
It is. Googlechat?
Zoom?
Hand signals?
I smile, despite being hurt and email back right away.
I can zoom, send me an invite. Minutes later, he does.
And when his face appears, just like that, my fears dissipate a bit as I see a tear run down his cheek.
He looks away and wipes it.
And then he grabs the screen and whispers,
“I fucking love you so much.
You don’t even know. And I’ll tell you. Everything. I just need one fucking minute to stare at your face.
To memorize it, so I can go to bed tonight without having nightmares of losing you. I’m yours too.
And know that every choice I’ve made has been to protect us.
To protect what we have. And, most importantly, to make sure that you’re in my life forever.
I know that doesn’t forgive what I did, but quite honestly, it doesn’t forgive what you did either.
If we’re in this, I need to know that everyone you love knows how much I love you.
So, before we go any furtherare you in this?
With me?
Do you love me the way I love you?
And are you ready to tell the world to go fuck themselves, so I can come over to your house and fucking love you the way you deserve?”
I gasp. And burst into tears.
Easton
Her tears are killing me.
I can’t reach through the screen and love her.
I can’t hold her hand. It feels like I’m suffocating, falling deeper and deeper with each tear that streams down her cheek.
My hands shake. I hate it.
Because I know that I’m part of the problem and that I’m still pissed over not being claimed and I know it goes back to my own parents being kind of absent.
Harper has made me feel like I’m everything.
She doesn’t realize the jealousy I had over how much her parents treated Ryan like an adult, how many times I had to come to their shitty suburbia house and watch them laugh with them both and do movie nights when mine were too busy making all the money to even contemplate doing a Netflix night with pizza and it’s super super fucking shitty when you feel that way, but know if you express it the damn’s going to fucking shit all over the place.
All things considering I was rich, what did I have to worry about, right?
Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, and I know they love me, but we’re rich and sometimes when you’re rich, you tend to take a backseat to stock options and making more money that you can’t take with you when you die.
I stop being a pussy just watching my girlfriend cry and wait for her to finally draw in a few deep breaths as she takes a swig from her water bottle.
“Easton, She hiccups.
My hands shake with the need to touch the screen as if I can feel her warmth and dry her tears.
“That was…a lot. I don’t even know what to say because things feel so messed up lately, you know?
It’s like were fine, better than fine and then crazy things happen.”
I wipe my hands down my face.
“You mean Aisha?
Blake?
Spraypaint?
College pressure?”
She sniffles and smiles.
“Yeah to name just a few.”
“L wish I could take it all away, take all the bad back, you know I do.”
Fuck it, I touch the screen with my fingertips like a total simp and nearly shout with joy when her fingertips meet mine pressing against her own screen.
“Well,”
She drops her hand. I drop mine.
“At least I beat Blake’s ass at badminton today. Don’t be jealous that you werent there.
Be proud that I shoved that shuttlecock right up his ass in a very that feels traumatic way.”
I choke out a laugh.
“Cocksucker.”
“Shuttlecocksucker.”
Her cheeks are nearly dry now.
“Do you think we can meet tomorrow morning?
At the coffee shop next to the school around seven?”
I want to meet now even if it means driving my ass all the way over to her house and facing the wrath of her parents but I simply nod my head and then smile.
“L need that.”
I whispered.
“Would love it. I need you.”
“lL need you too.”
“Harper!”
Her mom’s voice filters through the room.
“Did you finish your homework?”
“That’s my cue.”
Cockblocked again by her mom.
“I love you.”
Her smile is still sad but she says.
“I love you too.”
Then the video disappears.
Hours later, like an idiot, I stare up at my ceiling all night because I can’t sleep worth shit thinking about meeting her, holding her, talking to her, and making her understand how deep my feelings go for her.
Damn, and last year I was able to actually attend school like a normal person while this year, I can barely go five minutes without seeing her. By the time morning rolls around, I’m up at five doing push ups in my bedroom to calm my anxiety. I get ready so fast, I think I scare my mom when I run downstairs and out the door, if the spilled coffee on the counter is any indicator.
Harper is waiting at the shop the minute my Jeep pulls up. She looks fucking gorgeous in her jeans and crop top. Her blue peacoat is open giving me a perfect view of her stomach.
I honest to God, just want to say, screw it and eat her out again underneath the Christmas tree, let them all watch! SORRY BABY JESUS, SANTA, SMALL LAMB, WISEMEN, damn, I’ve gotten possessive this year.
And why did I fucking scream that in my head like a lunatic?
I wave at her again and then approach. Tears fill her eyes.
I can’t help it, I pull her into my arms and squeeze her tight, relishing the smell of her against me. Today, she smells different, like jasmine and vanilla. I love it.
“Sorry,”
I whisper.
“Me too.”
She sniffles.
“Now, before I force you to buy me coffee”I smile, she smiles back”tell me everything, so I can decide if I’m going to throw it in your face.”
“Wait, is it going to be hot?”
“Nah, I’ll take it easy, make it iced but with extra cream so it gets in that perfect hair of yours and looks like you jerked off and missed the tissue and hit your face instead.”
“Violent.”
I nod.
“Sounds exciting and probably another visual that will never leave my headspace or at least take a lot of time to forget when ordering a cold brew with extra foam.”
She makes a face.
“When you put it that way…”