More importantly, did I have the same effect on her?
Hell, I’ve already been zero contact for three fucking days.
She probably thinks I’m an asshole and not interested in reconnecting.
Which couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I haven’t stopped thinking about her since forcing myself to leave.
I’m dying to know what she’s been up to. Is she married, does she have any kids, and most pressingly, what’s made her return to Seaside?
My fingers have hovered over her number more times than I can count since programming it into my phone. The only thing that’s stopped me is this hard truth—our first real chance at catching up shouldn’t be an awkward phone call.
Faye deserves better than that.
Stopping at one of the few lights in town, I contemplate parking and just pulling the trigger to get this much-needed call over with.
Just as my thumb hovers over the call button, doubt creeps in.
What the fuck should I even say?
I’ve been radio silent since seeing her.
She probably thinks I’m blowing her off, and my leaving town is merely a throwaway excuse to get away from her, which obviously isn’t true. But how do I tell her that?
Hell, I can’t stop thinking about her.
She’s got me feeling like a sixteen-year-old again, twisting me from the inside out. I’m dying to know what she’s been up to. We used to be connected at the hip.
I know for me, life happened.
When she stopped reaching out, I moved on.
Then I met Sarah, and she and the girls consumed every second of my time. Is that the case for Faye?
Does she have a family of her own?
I didn’t see a ring on her finger.
Maybe she’s single like me?
That thought alone excites me more than it should.
I’ve never reacted to a woman the way I do Faye.
But is this just my memory playing tricks on me?
It has been a while since I’ve attempted to date anyone.
Maybe I’m just out of practice?
So, call her, dumbass.
It’s the only way I’ll finally know which end is up.
My fingers hover over her number, and I hesitate once again.
The light changes, and I start driving.
