Miller leans forward, dipping his head as he stares at me. “I’m not getting back together with her. Get that out of your head.”
Such a short sentence, but such a big statement. One that sends a surge of heat up my chest.
He has such a serious look in his eye that it makes me nervous when he begins to speak again. “Earlier, when you called yourself my backup plan, I wanted to laugh. Because if anything, Shelby was my backup plan to you.” A reserved smile spreads across his face. “I’ve had a thing for you for almost three years.”
His words stun me into a momentary silence. Then I shake my head, confused. “Three years? Why’d you never do anything about it?”
“Timing,” he says quickly. “I almost did once, but then you started dating that one guy . . .”
“Aaron.”
“Yeah. Aaron. Then I started dating Shelby. Then you and Aaron broke up two months later.”
“And then you began to go out of your way to avoid me.”
Miller looks apologetic when I say that. “You noticed?”
I nod. “You paid a guy twenty bucks to switch lockers with him on the first day of school this year. I took that very personally.” I say it with a laugh, but I’m being completely transparent.
“I was trying to keep my distance. Shelby and I were friends before we started dating, so she knew I used to have a thing for you.”
That explains so much. “That’s why you said she’s only jealous of me and not other girls?”
“Yeah.” Miller leans casually against the couch again, his head resting against the back of it. He’s watching me process everything he just said. He’s staring back at me with so much vulnerability—like it just took a hell of a lot of courage for him to admit what he did, and he’s nervous about how I might respond.
I don’t even know how to react. I kind of want to change the subject because I feel awkward now. I don’t have anything to say that’ll impress him or make him feel as good as his words just made me feel. For those reasons, the most random thing comes out of my mouth. “Does your truck have a name?”
Miller squints, as if he’s wondering what the hell I’m talking about. Then he just laughs, and it’s the greatest, deepest laugh. “Yeah. Nora.”
“Why Nora?”
He hesitates. I love the smile that’s playing on his lips. “It’s a Beatles song.”
I recall the Beatles poster hanging in his bedroom. “So you’re a Beatles fan?”
He nods. “I have a lot of favorite bands. I love music. It feeds my soul.”
“What are your favorite lyrics?”
He doesn’t even hesitate. “They’re not from the Beatles.”
“Who are they from?”
“A band called Sounds of Cedar.”
“Never heard of them, but I like the name.”
“If I tell you my favorite lyrics by them, you’ll want to listen to every song they’ve ever written.”
I smile hopefully. “Good. Give me a couple of lines.”
He leans in just a little and smiles as he repeats the lyrics. “I’ve believed in you since the moment I met you. I believe in myself now that I’ve finally left you.”
I let the lyrics simmer as we stare at each other. It makes me wonder if those are his favorite lyrics because of his recent breakup with Shelby or if they were his favorite lyrics even before that. I’m not about to ask him, though. Instead, I release a sigh.
“Wow,” I whisper. “Those words are somehow both tragic and inspiring.”
He smiles gently. “I know.”
I can’t hide how he makes me feel in this moment. I’m appreciative that being with him gives me a respite from my grief. I’m appreciative that he’s not pretending to be someone he’s not. I’m appreciative that he broke up with his girlfriend before making a move on me. And even though I don’t know him really well, I know him enough to be able to tell that there’s a lot of good in him.
I’m severely drawn to that part of him—the part of him that showed up to my father’s funeral, simply because he wanted to check on me. I’m drawn to that part even more than his looks or his humor or his terrible singing voice.
There are so many feelings swirling around in my chest right now, and I’m afraid the room will start spinning if I don’t find my center of gravity. I lean forward and press my lips against his, if only just to balance myself.