She nods slowly. “What does that have to do with Danger and Lunar?”
“So here’s my thought process. I don’t want to sell that house, but I don’t want to keep living in it, either. I think the memories of the relationship I had there make it weird for the relationship I have now, but I’d like Danger and Lunar to stay living there together.”
She nods. “Ryan, are you saying you wanna move out?” I nod, and she smiles. “And are you looking for a roommate?”
I nod again slowly and press my forehead to hers. “Think of anyone who might want to fill that role?”
She giggles. “Ryan, are you asking me to move in with you?”
I nod as I look deep into her dark brown eyes. “Tillie Marks, will you move in with me?”
She purses her lips and slowly shakes her head. “How ’bout this… I love my house, and it’s definitely big enough for two. So, Ryan Hunter, willyoumove in withme?”
I chuckle and raise my eyebrows in shock. I hadn’t expected this, but hey, it’s as good an outcome as any. “Yes! I’d love to.”
Epilogue
NATE
One Month Later
Danger and Lunar are pissing me off.
They’re fully into wedding planning mode, and I guess I always thought she’d see the light. Not necessarily that she would leave Danger for me—although that would be great—but Danger, even though he’s a cool guy, has never been the type to settle down. Sure, he’s done this once before with that fucking stupid British bird, Ella. She pussy-whipped him well and good, but even then, he was never one hundred percent faithful to her. I guess what I’m saying is I really like Lunar. I don’t want to see her getting hurt.
And Danger? Well, I don’t trust himnotto do that to her.
But if they do follow through and get married, I suppose I want to find a woman just like Lunar—sassy, yet classy, someone with brains and beauty.
Lunar is the whole package.
I really need to get over her!
Then, if I don’t have Danger and Lunar making googly eyes at each other, it’s fucking Ryan and Tillie now that they’re back to being lovey-dovey again. I preferred it when Ryan was trying to pull a practical joke on Tillie at every chance. At least that was entertaining. Now having two loved-up couples in the office all the damn time, it’s a fucking joke. Not to mention living with Matt and having him bring home a new woman every other day while I pine over a woman I can’t have.
Well fuck.
I’m one sad sack of sorry shit.
Everyone else is happy, and I need to get my life in order.
I know I’m not the best guy to hang around with—I’m annoying, I say fucked-up shit, and act like I have a chip on my shoulder.
Well, fuck, I have good reason!
I’m always coming second fiddle to the better twin.
Being born second means I’m always the second best…
At everything.
I shouldn’t be jealous of Matt because he is better at everything,but fuck, sometimes I’d just like to be number one. Just once, you know? Get the girl. Get better grades in school. Be the first to be picked on the team. I’malwaysafter Matt. And if it isn’t Matt, it’ll be someone else. I can’t seem to ever get ahead. I’m just unlucky ineverything.
Sure, I’m in one of the hottest bands in the world at the moment, but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Matt. He introduced me to music in school when I was struggling. He met Danger and led us in forming Recoil. I’m just the tag-along. The guy everyone talks to, but no one actually cares if he’s around or not.
I don’t mean to be whiny, I don’t mean to act like a bitch, but I just can’t help it.
Never being good enough gets to a man. And after a while, it makes you feel… worthless, useless. Like you’re a waste of space, and when people confirm it for you constantly, you act out without thinking.
