Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Oh, and I’d fucking wear a condom. Maybe two.
Don’t you dare, asshole. You stay on your side of this vehicle and you let her get out of the car. You’re not even allowed to walk her to the door, got it? You will remain in your seat with your seatbelt fastened.
“Thanks for the ride,” April said as I put the SUV in park. “And for the food and drinks. This was really fun.”
“It was.” Get inside, April. Now.
“And it’s so good to see you.”
“You too.” But you need to get out of my sight this minute.
“We should have done this sooner. It wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought it was going to be.”
I laughed nervously, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands. “Yeah.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” She opened the door, and I put a hand on her leg.
“April, wait.”
Eight
April
I hesitated, staring at his hand on my thigh.
“Shut the door,” he said.
Confused, I pulled the door shut. “What is it?”
“I don’t know.” He looked at his hand on my leg too. “I just know that I don’t want you to go.”
My heart began to beat faster. “Tyler.”
He took his hand away. “I’m sorry. I know I have no right to touch you.”
“It’s not that.”
“For the last hour, I’ve been telling myself to be a gentleman. That this is an opportunity to do right by you. A chance to be a good guy.”
“You are a good guy.”
His eyes seared mine in the dark. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I was thinking right now.”
My stomach whooshed. “Why don’t you tell me and let me decide for myself?”
“Christ, April,” he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t say those things to me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I promised you there would be no detours. Because you’ve been drinking. Because I told my sister I’d be nice tonight.”
I laughed. “You have been nice.”
“Yeah, well, it hasn’t been easy.”
It struck me what he’d said a moment ago. “You told Sadie you were seeing me tonight?”
“Actually . . .” He paused. “I told her everything.”
“What do you mean, everything?”
“I told her. What happened with us. I’m sorry if I betrayed your confidence.”
“It’s okay. I trust Sadie.” But I couldn’t believe it—he’d told her about the baby? “What did she say?”
“She was pretty shocked. And she was mad at me.”
“Why?”
He didn’t answer right away. Then he said, “April, I need to ask you a question.”
“Okay.”
He looked over at me. “Did I abandon you?”
“Of course not.”
“Because if I did, I’m sorry.”
“Tyler. Listen to me.” I leaned toward him and spoke quietly, putting my hand on his arm. “What happened was a careless mistake, and God knows I’ve struggled with the fallout, but that’s on me—not you, okay? I think we handled it the best way we could.”
He ran a hand over his jaw. “I thought so too, at the time. But now . . .” His hand fell into his lap. “My sister made me wonder if I’d been totally selfish. When she first said it, I shot the idea down, but it’s been in the back of my head all day.”
Sighing, I took my hand off him and stared straight ahead. “I don’t know, Tyler. I think everyone is selfish at eighteen.”
“You weren’t.”
I almost laughed. “Do you know how often I’ve questioned that? How many nights I lay awake wondering if giving away that baby was the ultimate selfish decision?”
“April, it wasn’t.” His voice was firm. “You did the most selfless thing I can think of, and you did it alone.”
“I wasn’t alone.”
“But I wasn’t there for you like I could have been. Like I should have been. All I cared about was baseball. And I can see how, in my sister’s eyes, it doesn’t seem fair that I walked away so easily. Especially since she’s pregnant now.”
“That’s a really different situation—Sadie and Josh are grown adults who belong together. They have a home together. They’re in love. You and I were two hormonal kids who got carried away in the back of your truck.”
“Yeah.”
“Hey. Look at me.”
He angled his head in my direction.
“I was not a victim, Tyler. I could have said no to sex in the first place. I could have asked you to put on a condom. It was fast, yes, but it wasn’t so fast that I couldn’t have stopped it. You would have stopped if I’d asked, right?”
“Yes. I would have.”
“And I knew it. The truth is, I didn’t want you to stop.” I wasn’t sure whether it was the bourbon or the dark interior of the car or the years of keeping that night a secret that was loosening my tongue, but it was a relief to say the words out loud. “It felt so good to be wanted that way—by you. You’d never looked at me like that before. Deep down, I had always wanted you to, but I was too scared to admit it. And you were leaving the next day, so it felt like my last chance . . . I wanted that chance, so I took it.”