to have your physical release, to feel skin on yours and orgasm with the help of someone else…but that’s not all that life was about. Sex was not everything, and I was trying to show Bree that I would wait for her.
I might’ve messed up by surprising her on Saturday, but overall, the day went well. No amount of time spent with her was enough, and I knew that meant she had me wrapped around her finger. I knew, deep down, that meant I was already hers.
I wasn’t in love with her, I wasn’t at the point where I’d drop down on my knees and profess that I couldn’t live my life without her, but I was falling. At this rate, I’d get there fast.
Which was insane, because weeks ago, I’d claimed I wasn’t ready, that I didn’t want to be in another relationship. Hah, who was fucking wrong as hell? Me. I mean, look at me now—sitting in my apartment, all alone, thinking about her.
Bree. I wondered how often she thought of me while I was away.
Life went on for a while. I went to work, shut myself in my room when I was home, did my best to avoid any possible sightings of Trent. All the while, I texted Bree as much as I could. I also called her once every night, just to hear her voice. She was starting to open up, to feel comfortable talking to me, and I would not give that up for anything.
The days blurred into each other, and I could not wait for the weekend. I told myself I would not visit Bree every single weekend, but you know what? Screw that. If she wanted me to come, I would drop everything and go. I craved her, to hear her soft, delicate chuckles and just to be in her presence.
God, I’d really fallen fast for her, didn’t I? It was almost unreal, considering how terrible our first date was. She was too closed-off, while I was too much of an ass who refused to see the girl beside me. I could not stress how thankful I was that we’d moved past that horrible first date.
When Kyle had described Bree as nice…over and over again, basically the only word he used to describe her, he was right. She was nice, almost to a fault. She was never pushy, never loud or boisterous. Her personality was meek and gentle, but I also knew that her view on everything had something to do with it.
She didn’t think highly of herself. Hell, I doubted she thought anything positive about herself, which was just awful. If I had to tell her she was beautiful every day for the rest of our lives, I would, even if she never believed me. I wouldn’t sit back and let her talk bad about herself. She probably thought she wasn’t worth dating, which then led me to believe she didn’t believe she was worth loving.
And that—that could not have been farther from the truth.
No, by the time I was done with this girl, she’d know, without a doubt, she was just as deserving of love as anyone else.
And I was at the point where I seriously didn’t think I’d ever be done with her. In fact, never had I hated that I’d moved so far away from home. Never had I hated looking out the window in my room and seeing nothing but tall highrises as far as the eye could see. All of this…my job, my place, everything—none of it meant anything. Not really.
I’d give it up for her, if she asked me to, but that was the point; she never would. Bree wasn’t like that. She was the opposite of demanding and expecting. She never expected anything, actually, which only made my heart hurt for her.
That night, I lay on my bed, my phone in my hand, talking to Bree. I stared at the ceiling as we spoke, and I wondered where she was, if she was on her bed, doing the same thing.
“How did that exam go?” I asked, my other arm resting against my stomach. I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and I wasn’t sure I was going to. Maybe Bree had rubbed off on me. Hmm. Tomorrow was Friday again; before we ended this call, I did want to ask her if she wanted me to visit. Not to put all the pressure onto her or anything, but…I hoped she’d say yes.
“Okay, I think,” Bree mumbled, talking