My Favorite Bad Decision (The Favorites, #1)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

Because no matter how awful Miller is, Maren would be happier with him than she is with Harvey. And I might be the reason she didn’t end up with him.

Those words could mean nothing, but they hit me hard. Blake and I trade. If one of us gets something, the other gives something. Miller is different. Miller doesn’t want to take a thing from me. He just wants to provide. He wants to comfort me when I’m sad, feed me chocolate to make me smile, share his phone so that I’m entertained, stay by my side so I don’t fall.

Haven’t you ever been so crazy about someone that the rest of the world seemed to pale by contrast? Miller had asked me that night in the tent. The answer was yes, once. And now the answer is yes, twice. Miller shines so bright for me now that I can barely see anyone but him.

I’m about to be single and potentially unemployed, and home is no longer this apartment or even NYC but instead, a dusty sleeping bag inside a dirty tent I share with Miller…and I can’t buy it back.

Those days with him felt like Saturdays. I’m not sure I’m ever getting them back.

I will never be this happy again.

“Fuck it,” he whispers, and in a single stride, he’s crossed the kitchen to where I sit.