Despite the freezing water, I find myself sweating. I probably—no Idefinitelyoverstepped and invaded her space and boundaries.
I made sure to keep the house as it is. Josie wasn’t lying when she said she likes to keep things a particular way.
I try to recall if I left anything out of place or if I did anything that would upset her, but nothing comes to mind.
Me: Be there in 30 mins. Is that alright?
Josie: Yeah. Please drive carefully Garcia!
Me: I will. I promise
“I’ll see you guys later.” I climb out of the tub.
More questions get thrown my way, but I can’t focus on a single one.
“It’s Josie, isn’t it?” is what Gray asks. I don’t mean to give myself away, but I tense. “I fucking knew it.” I hear the smirk in his voice as I walk away.
I could’ve been at her house in less than twenty, but I needed to make a stop at my house first. But as I pulled into the driveway, I regretted it as I spotted a white Toyota parked in the driveway and Amanda perched on the first step of the front door.
Sucking a breath to muster up every ounce of patience, I climb out of my car and walk over to her.
“Hey, Danny,” she softly greets, her voice melancholy and full of longing.
“Hey.” I keep it short because the last thing I need is for her to get the wrong idea.
She must sense that because she gives me a tight-lipped smile. “Can we talk?”
“I really can’t right now.” I walk around her to open the front door.
“Please, I just need you to hear me out,” she pleads and even though my back is to her, I feel how close she is. “I promise I’ll leave once I say what I need to say.”
I close my eyes, garnering the strength to say fuck it and tell her to leave. But I’m not that person. As much as I want to be a dick, I can’t.
“Okay but make it quick. I need to be somewhere.” I open the door and let her walk in first, before I do.
She stands by the staircase, no doubt waiting for me to give her the green light to go up to my room, but I jerk my head in the direction of the living room.
“I’d like for us to speak in private.” A pinch of annoyance crosses her face when I shake my head.
“We shouldn’t be interrupted. The guys won’t be here for another twenty minutes and we need to make this quick,” I supply.
She stares at me, offended, and scoffs but she sighs and takes a seat on the sectional. I swallow back my grumble and take a seat on the recliner.
“I know nothing I say or do will change what I did but if I could go back and change it, I would.”
I stand because we’ve had this conversation several times and it never ends well.
“We can’t keep doing this. I told you I’m done and?—”
“I understood that loud and clear when you sent me that picture Monday night.” She stands, anger flooding her blue eyes. “If you want that to make us even, then we’re good. I promise.” Her eyes soften. “I’m over it and I can look past it.”
I incredulously scoff. “Look?—”
“I miss you.” Her voice cracks and eyes fill with unshed tears. “I know I fucked up and I hate myself for it.”
She steps closer but I take two back. Shaking my head, I heave a deep sigh. “Please don’t do this. Please don’t.”
“Danny, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her bottom lip trembles and a tear streaks down her face. There’s a pang in my chest but it hits harder at her next words. “Have you forgotten everything we did together? What about karaoke? And all those pictures you took of me, of us? All the promises we made to each other and how much fun we had. Remember when we fell asleep atthe beach? Or when we got locked out of my car and it rained? Please don’t let my fuckup taint the good memories. We have so many, remember?”
