night together won't fix everything, but we need to start somewhere. What do you want?"
I paused. Did I really even know the answer to that? "I'm not sure, but I miss you and I miss us."
"We can't really figure anything out until you decide what you want."
"What do you want?" I fired back at him.
"You. Plain and simple. It's what I've always wanted. Yes, we need to talk about why you left, but my feelings for you have never changed."
I stared at his back while he flipped the last two pancakes off the griddle and onto the waiting plate. We sat down in our small kitchen nook to eat. Breakfast was painful. The silence between us was weighted, and I didn't know what to say to him. Apparently I didn't have the answers he desperately craved.
When we finished I kissed his forehead. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Pancakes are my specialty."
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm trying to give you an out here, Taylor."
"I don't want an out; I just want time to figure out what I want. You are amazing and I don't deserve you."
"Why do I feel like you're saying goodbye?"
"I'm not, well I am because I'm going back to Vi's, but I'm not saying goodbye in that way."
He sighed. "I knew you were trouble."
"I tried to warn you," I said softly.
After that very awkward breakfast, all I wanted was a hot shower and a massive amount of coffee. Stephen drove me to go get my car. The silence between us was deafening. I didn’t understand why things were so off. Even worse, I had no idea how to fix it.
The door slammed behind me as I walked into the kitchen at Violet's and I winced.
“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” Jax said over his coffee cup. He leaned back against the counter and smirked.
Fuck.
Why was Jax always catching me in the most embarrassing situations? I narrowed my mascara smeared eyes at him. At least I didn't have on the same dress from last night. “Aren’t you Australian? Why do you know American euphemisms?”
“I’m not a fucking idiot, Taylor.”
“Could've fooled me,” I mumbled.
“Language,” Violet said from across the table.
“Sorry, Harper,” Jaxon said laughing. “You’re getting home awfully early, or is it late?”
“Fuck off, Jax.”
“Language,” Vi said again.
I glanced over to where she had Harper. She was trying to shovel in baby food, but Harp was blowing raspberries at her. Better her than me, I’d rather not end up covered in banana or whatever nasty concoction she had.
“So how’s Stephen this morning?” Jax asked in a singsong voice.
“Leave her alone or I’m cutting you off." Vi glared at Jax. "I mean it, no sex for a month.”
“Fine. You guys don’t want me to have any fun do you?”
“Just go surf, you big idiot,” Violet said to him while she smiled at Harper. She looked up at me. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, fine. When you want to learn how to work through being a fucking pussy, come find me.”
“Language!” Jax and I said in unison. We glanced at each other and started cracking up. My family might annoy the hell out of me, but they really were perfect.
The drink stopped halfway to my lips as I heard the familiar voice behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at the stage across the bar and my jaw dropped open as I saw who was singing. Rhys looked amazing as ever standing there strumming his guitar. I stood up and made my way across the crowded room without a word to any of my friends. They all shot each other confused looks, but no one stopped me. When Rhys looked up, his voice faltered for a second. Clearly he hadn’t expected me to be standing in front of him right now.
At least I knew he hadn’t followed me here. I hadn’t seen him since the night in Vegas and I never thought I would again. Finding his number in my phone a few days later surprised me, but I didn’t delete the number. The spark had been too strong for me to ignore, so it had stayed. Rhys finished his song and jumped off the stage. He
I paused. Did I really even know the answer to that? "I'm not sure, but I miss you and I miss us."
"We can't really figure anything out until you decide what you want."
"What do you want?" I fired back at him.
"You. Plain and simple. It's what I've always wanted. Yes, we need to talk about why you left, but my feelings for you have never changed."
I stared at his back while he flipped the last two pancakes off the griddle and onto the waiting plate. We sat down in our small kitchen nook to eat. Breakfast was painful. The silence between us was weighted, and I didn't know what to say to him. Apparently I didn't have the answers he desperately craved.
When we finished I kissed his forehead. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Pancakes are my specialty."
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm trying to give you an out here, Taylor."
"I don't want an out; I just want time to figure out what I want. You are amazing and I don't deserve you."
"Why do I feel like you're saying goodbye?"
"I'm not, well I am because I'm going back to Vi's, but I'm not saying goodbye in that way."
He sighed. "I knew you were trouble."
"I tried to warn you," I said softly.
After that very awkward breakfast, all I wanted was a hot shower and a massive amount of coffee. Stephen drove me to go get my car. The silence between us was deafening. I didn’t understand why things were so off. Even worse, I had no idea how to fix it.
The door slammed behind me as I walked into the kitchen at Violet's and I winced.
“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” Jax said over his coffee cup. He leaned back against the counter and smirked.
Fuck.
Why was Jax always catching me in the most embarrassing situations? I narrowed my mascara smeared eyes at him. At least I didn't have on the same dress from last night. “Aren’t you Australian? Why do you know American euphemisms?”
“I’m not a fucking idiot, Taylor.”
“Could've fooled me,” I mumbled.
“Language,” Violet said from across the table.
“Sorry, Harper,” Jaxon said laughing. “You’re getting home awfully early, or is it late?”
“Fuck off, Jax.”
“Language,” Vi said again.
I glanced over to where she had Harper. She was trying to shovel in baby food, but Harp was blowing raspberries at her. Better her than me, I’d rather not end up covered in banana or whatever nasty concoction she had.
“So how’s Stephen this morning?” Jax asked in a singsong voice.
“Leave her alone or I’m cutting you off." Vi glared at Jax. "I mean it, no sex for a month.”
“Fine. You guys don’t want me to have any fun do you?”
“Just go surf, you big idiot,” Violet said to him while she smiled at Harper. She looked up at me. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, fine. When you want to learn how to work through being a fucking pussy, come find me.”
“Language!” Jax and I said in unison. We glanced at each other and started cracking up. My family might annoy the hell out of me, but they really were perfect.
The drink stopped halfway to my lips as I heard the familiar voice behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at the stage across the bar and my jaw dropped open as I saw who was singing. Rhys looked amazing as ever standing there strumming his guitar. I stood up and made my way across the crowded room without a word to any of my friends. They all shot each other confused looks, but no one stopped me. When Rhys looked up, his voice faltered for a second. Clearly he hadn’t expected me to be standing in front of him right now.
At least I knew he hadn’t followed me here. I hadn’t seen him since the night in Vegas and I never thought I would again. Finding his number in my phone a few days later surprised me, but I didn’t delete the number. The spark had been too strong for me to ignore, so it had stayed. Rhys finished his song and jumped off the stage. He
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