“Hi.”
“You okay?”
“Yep.”
He stroked my cheek. “Are you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“You still up to talkin’?”
I nodded. “If you’re still up to sharing.”
“Yeah, Dimples, I told you I would.”
“Well, you also told me you wouldn’t break me, so…”
He sighed, taking my hand and pulling me into my kitchen where he set the food on the counter and faced me.
“Let’s get this out and done, okay?”
I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, considering I was still kind of mad at him.
“I’m sorry I cut you.” Sundance cupped my face. “I will do my best never to hurt you again. I can’t promise it won’t happen, because, as you said, I’m self-aware enough to realize when I’m being an asshole, but I will try. I love you, Wyatt, and I’m gonna work my ass off to prove that to you, but if you can’t forgive me and move on, this won’t work, so you need to figure that out and then let me know.”
I frowned, staring up at him, trying to decide how far I wanted to push him.
“So?” he pressed.
“Oh, you want to know now?” I sassed.
He grinned. “Jesus, you’re fun.”
“I thought that was gonna go another way,” I admitted. “I thought you were going to say I was a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, I’m picking up on that.” He laughed. “You gonna figure this out with me?”
“Do you promise not to keep things from me?”
He stroked my cheek. “As much as I can, Wyatt, yes.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I haven’t been able to sleep in a month, my eating habits are complete shit, and I cry all the time. Well, more than normal, anyway.”
“Gonna fix that.”
“You better or you’re going to be with a woman who weighs twice your size because all I want to eat are Wavy Lay’s and chocolate. I’m not as picky about the chocolate, but the Wavy Lay’s can only be Wavy Lay’s. No Ruffles, no Pringles—”
“Yeah, I’m moppin’ up what you’re spillin’,” he said, his shoulders shaking as he tried not to laugh out loud. “I’ll make sure you’re stocked.”
“No, don’t,” I countered. “Weren’t you listening?”
“Yeah, Dimples, I was, and I’m tellin’ you I love you and I don’t care how much weight you gain.”
“Challenge accepted,” I retorted.
