The Boy Who Has No Belief - Victoria Quinn Page 0,61

enough times. It would be fine to go out and watch a game or something, but they were only interested in picking up pussy, and that wasn’t my thing anymore. I couldn’t imagine my life without Emerson at this point, but even if I lost her, I wasn’t sure if I could go back to that. Being in a deep and committed relationship felt so much better than all the empty one-night stands. Sex was better. My happiness was better. It was just better all around.

Ryan texted again. So, just one last time… Kevin will be there. You’re sure you’re okay with this?

I actually rolled my eyes when I read his message. Ryan, don’t worry about me or Kevin or anyone else. All you should be worried about is having a good time. We’re both grown-ass men. We’re fine.

Emerson sat across from me at the diner, enjoying another plate of syrup-soaked pancakes along with bacon and eggs. She pushed her food around as she looked at me. “You’ve been quiet lately. Everything okay?”

I drank from my mug of coffee as I stared at her across the table, thinking about Friday night. Unfortunately, I was born with a strange memorization ability, where I could remember everything as if it had just happened. So even though that night was ten years ago, anytime I thought about it, I could remember it with such acute clarity that it was raw. “Just got a lot on my mind right now.”

She continued to look at me, like she hoped I would elaborate. “Is it the boosters for the rover?”

I knew she wasn’t knowledgeable about the specifics of my work, but I thought it was nice that she tried to understand what I was working on. Any other woman I’d been with only cared about my money, not my work. “No. I’m going out with Ryan and some of his groomsmen on Friday night.”

“Like a bachelor party?”

“No. Just a get-together. Ryan isn’t really a strip club kind of guy.”

“That’s sweet.” She sliced into her pancakes with her fork and took a bite. “And why is this stressing you out?”

I still didn’t want to tell her what happened ten years ago. I had no idea why. She wouldn’t think less of me, and I felt comfortable telling her anything. But I guess I just didn’t want to relive it as I talked about it. “One of his groomsmen is someone I don’t care to see.”

She nodded slowly. “What happened?”

I stared down at my food and tried not to watch the replay in my head. “We used to be friends. We aren’t anymore. That’s all.”

Emerson must have picked up on my mood because she didn’t ask any more questions. She continued to eat and let the tension fade away.

For the first time in ten years, I was really happy, and I didn’t want my past to ruin that. I wanted to live in the moment with her, to appreciate every single second of what I’d found in her. “I’m sorry. I have a bad habit of letting things get to me.”

“You’re fine, Derek. I’m here if you want to talk. I’m just relieved that it has nothing to do with us.”

Now I felt bad for letting her think that. “No. You’re the best thing in my life, baby.”

She looked up at my comment, her eyes filling with emotion like that meant the world to her. “I was afraid I came on a little strong with some of the things I said. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“The things you said?” I grabbed my mug and held it by the handle.

“You know…wanting to be with you forever and stuff like that. I know guys don’t like to hear that too quickly, and I kinda just puked word vomit on you of all my emotions.”

“Why would I not want to hear how much you love me and how you never want to lose me? Why would I not want to hear that you want to be with me forever? That I’m the best thing that ever happened to you? It’s flattering, baby.”

Her eyes softened and she just stared at me, absolutely still, like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

In my last relationship, she didn’t appreciate me. She pissed me away like I meant nothing to her. When I asked her to marry me, I really loved her with my whole heart, and she said yes. But it wasn’t genuine. If it were, she wouldn’t have