“I don’t care what’s going on in my life, Briar. When you do something fucking awesome, I’m going to celebrate you. Always.”
I breathe through the tight warmth in my chest. Just when I think it’s not possible for Blake to be any more amazing, he goes and proves me wrong.
I gaze down at him, blown away by his love for me. How he celebrates my wins. How he’s my biggest cheerleader. How he believes in me, more than I believe in myself sometimes.
I lean down and kiss him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.”
He gently grabs my face and pulls me down to kiss him. “We should celebrate,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What should we do?”
“How about I give you another orgasm, and then we go out for tacos?”
I smile, giddy and glowing. I’m crazy about this man. “Sounds perfect.”
Chapter 56
Briar
Ipace around Blake’s bedroom, my nerves going crazy.
I stare at my mom’s number in my contacts. I haven’t spoken to her or my dad since we argued at brunch weeks ago, and they stormed out of the house.
I haven’t wanted to reach out to them. I’m still really hurt. But I hate this quiet, strained standoff between my parents.
And I hate that, when I found out that I got that internship in Mexico City, I didn’t feel like I could tell them about it because we’re in the middle of this silent, painful standoff.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick of fighting with my parents.
My chest aches. I hate that I can’t share good news with them because things between us are so strained.
I breathe through the tightness. If I want things to change between us, I need to tell them the truth about why I left Chicago. I need to tell them what really happened between Logan and me.
The urge to toss my phone on the bed and walk out of the room courses through me. Maybe it won’t change how they feel. Maybe they’ll still be upset.
Just thinking about them reacting that way makes me sick to my stomach.
But I can’t worry about that right now. What I need to do is be honest with them.
I finally tap my phone screen. I count the seconds and hold my breath waiting for my mom to answer.
“Briar.” She sounds so surprised when she answers. “Is everything alright?”
I ache at the concern in her voice.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just…Is Dad there?”
“Yeah, he’s sitting next to me on the couch. Why do you ask?”
“Because I’d like to talk to you both. Can you put your phone on speaker?”
“Okay.” Uncertainty laces her tone. “You’re on speaker.”
“You know how I said I left Chicago because of my breakup with Logan?”
They both say yes.
