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But something in him pushed all my buttons, both good and bad.
Alden’s brown eyes sparkled, like sun shining through honey.
“Haven’t we been squashed together enough?” Not nearly enough. I tried to push that thought away.
“I don’t mind that. I’m…glad you told me. But you’re tired and upset and confused, and I’m…convenient. I don’t want to be convenient.”
I might not be the best at reading people in general, but I knew him by now, knew how distant and deceptively casual his voice got when he lied, how he refused to make eye contact, and how he fiddled with his cards when he was nervous.
What if he didn’t want to share, and I looked needy for assuming? What if— “Oh, hey, a spare bed.” Conrad tumbled me onto the closest one, landing squarely on top of me. “When we ruin this set of sheets, we can move to that other one.”
I loved the moments before sleep when we curled around each other, drowsy confessions and wordless cuddles, like floating away on a cloud of good feelings, sweet emotions tucked all around us like quilts. In those moments, I was invincible and happier than I’d been in years.
Did you score anything worth keeping?” His face went soft, more tender than I’d ever seen it. “Maybe,” he whispered, and I knew from the gravity in his tone that he didn’t mean the cards, so I kissed him again, long and slow and sweet. I tried to use my mouth to tell him that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Maybe we’d both already won.
However, after he finished eating, Conrad had stretched out, head in my lap, long legs sprawling, apparently not caring who saw him adopt me as his human pillow. He looked content enough to drift off, face slack, and my heart seemed to swell with each breath. He was right where I wanted him.
“Missed you too.” “Good.”
dawn still came.
Their love had been conditional, and that was no love at all.
Maybe it wasn’t love that hurt. It wasn’t love that screwed me over. Real love didn’t have conditions and limitations. People had failed me, let me down, hurt me. But not everyone was like that. Hadn’t Alden shown me compassion over and over? Was what we felt for each other the real deal?
Losing to him had been more fun than winning ever was.
“Here’s to another adventure,” he said as the light turned green, and I knew, deep inside, in that place where my most secret desires lived, that I would follow this guy anywhere.
I made sure we didn’t drown, and he made sure we actually got in the water and had fun.