“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I needed to talk.” Her smoky-green eyes cut through me in the darkness.
“To Jett?”
“WithJett,” she corrects.
“About what?”
Ellie shrugs. She’s being difficult, and I don’t like it.
“Stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff,” she repeats. Her and her fucking monosyllables.
“Wanna tell me what kind of stuff?”
“No.” She fidgets with her fingers.
What!?!
“Is everything okay?” I ask, on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
“Yes.”
“Did I do something to upset you?” I ask, trying not to snap the thin strand of composure keeping me together. I’m sure losing my shit won’t encourage her to talk.
“No.” Her face drops. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you snuck out of bed in the middle of the night to go see my best friend!”
“He’s my friend, too,” she asserts.
“And you needed to talk to him?”
“Yes.”
“Why can’t you talk to me?” I have always had this issue with Jett and Ellie. I want to be the one she talks to and confides in. The one she trusts. It’s apparent I still have a lot of work to do before that happens.
Ellie takes a cautious step closer to me. “I didn’t want to wake you. And I didn’t mean to upset you.” She takes another step, then another.
“Well, you did wake me. It’s like my body knew you weren’t there. I didn’t like that feeling, Ellie, and I didn’t like not knowing where you were.”
“I’m sorry.” She’s standing in front of me now looking apologetic, and sexy and utterly irresistible in my ribbed undershirt.
“You’re forgiven.” I pull her against me, and she fastens her arms around my neck.Sucker.
“You can talk to me, Ellie. You can tell me anything. I’ll listen.”
She hugs me tighter. “I know.”
Then why did you have to turn to Jett?
“I know I’m not perfect and I’m going to make mistakes. I’ve never done this before,” I babble nervously, as I hug her. “But I’m learning.”
