You kept me up all night.”
I pressed my nose gently against his cheek, giggling. “You weren’t exactly objecting.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I do something stupid like that?”
“It’s not about flying. You’ve been on edge all morning.”
He thought about what he wanted to say and then sighed. “Just something on my mind.”
“About me?” I asked, sitting up.
“Sort of. Well, yeah, but something I want to talk about later.”
“Well now you have to tell me,” I said.
Passengers were still filing in, struggling to find space for their carry-on luggage. A man a few rows back was swearing under his breath and then barking at the flight attendant.
Tyler looked back, assessing the situation. “It just sucks spending a long weekend with you, and then going home alone to my apartment.”
“You have a roommate.”
He frowned. “He’s never home. He’s always at Falyn’s. Besides, he’s not the roommate I want to come home to.”
I blinked, instantly realizing where the conversation was going. “Is she still coming to the party?”
“She’s supposed to,” he muttered, used to my deflection.
“What?” I said, nudging him. “You don’t like her?”
“They fight a lot.”
“Hmm, I know a couple like that.”
“We don’t fight. Not anymore,” he said. “Not for another few days, anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“I want you to move in,” Tyler blurted out.
“Where is this coming from? We’re one month in. Baby steps, Maddox.”
He glanced around, trying to keep his voice down. “Maybe I just need a little more commitment.”
I was no longer amused. “What the fuck, Tyler? You’re becoming an overly attached girlfriend. Get a grip.”
“What? It’s not like we just met. Every time I go home, all I see is you. The headboard you made, the decorations … that’s all you.”
“So?”
He spread his knees apart, slumping in his seat. He looked like a pouting child.
“You are being so weird right now I don’t really know how to respond.”
His jaw muscles danced beneath his skin. “I’m not looking forward to this party.”
“Okay…?”
“I’m worried that things will get awkward. And we’re in a fragile place anyway.”
“A fragile place? Who are you? And why would things get awkward?”
The flight attendant began her announcements, going over the safety information and asking passengers to put their electronic devices into airplane mode. Tyler’s mind was spinning, but not about anything to do with the flight.
“The girl I kissed in Colorado Springs?”
“Yeah?” I asked, bracing myself for what he might say.
“It was Falyn,” he said finally. “I kissed Falyn.” He turned to me, desperate. “It’s like what happened with you and Taylor. She thought I was him, I thought she was flirting with me…”
“You kissed Falyn so you’re asking me to move in with you?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head. “You kissed Taylor’s girlfriend?”
“She wasn’t his girlfriend then.”
“I’m so confused. What does that have to do with me moving in?”
“I don’t know, Ellie, I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve never—” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I’m in love with you. You haven’t said it since Thanksgiving. You balk every time I mention moving in. Okay, yeah, I might be a little desperate, but I don’t know what I’d do if you told me to kick rocks.”
“I see.”
Tyler waited for me to say more.
“You’re asking me to move in with you because when I found out about Falyn at the party it would have been easier to keep me from dumping you?” I snapped. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
He winced.
“That’s so … so … romantic,” I growled.
His shoulders sagged. “Do you hate me?”
“Yes, but not because you kissed Falyn.”
He looked down, a little lost. “The last month has been amazing, Ellie. Exactly what I thought it would be. I’ve been sweating New Year’s Eve since I found out she was going to be there.”
“Then maybe you should have told me the whole truth the first time. If you remember, I didn’t care then, either.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Okay, I did, but it wasn’t a deal breaker.”
“You’re right,” he said, angry with himself. “You’re right. It won’t happen again.”
“Kissing Falyn, lying, or asking me to move in with you?”
He turned to me, his eyebrows pulling in to form a deep line between them.
“Wow,” I said. “I think this is the first time you’ve actually been mad at me.”
“It’s not a good feeling,” he said, still frowning.
The plane taxied out to the runway, and within five minutes, the engines pushed us forward, racing down the asphalt and then into the air.
Tyler slid his hand over mine, resting back against the headrest. “I didn’t realize how scary this