Page 22 of Wild Thing
“Apparently. Honestly, I think that if you have to convince yourself of your happiness, then are you even happy?”
“Preach bitch.”
Yet, beneath my skepticism and pessimistic outlook, I also knew that even if I did fill journal after journal of gratitude, it wouldn’t matter. I’d still feel this nothingness towards Zack.
“So, what, dinner tomorrow night with Brax and then…” Taylor’s voice trailed off, eyebrows raised, urging me to finish the sentence as our topic swings back to my ex.
“I don’t know. Nothing I guess. Just catching up.”
Taylor looked at me like I’m an idiot.
“Uh huh,” she deadpanned.
“What?!”
“I know you Dylan. You’re driven by desire and bad choices. I say this with love—but you're an impulsive ho. And if this man looks like the god you say he does, you’ll be slipping off your chair straight onto his dick.”
I shot Taylor a look of disgust, even though that sounded delicious. She’s right. I was completely spellbound when it came to this man.
“I guess there are some unresolved feelings that would be good to, you know, resolve.”
My mind kept tracking back to Brax saying he tried to track me down.What if he had? What if Brax had ended up finding me and begged me to come home?
That was all I ever wanted. To be important enough to him that he would move the fucking earth to find me.
But I had to remind myself—he didn’t.
He didn’t chase me. He didn’t do anything except try to look for me on social media. If he really wanted to—likereally, reallywanted to—he would have called.
But he didn’t.
It still hurts.
It still hurts that he didn’t fight for us… or for me.
I didn’t fight for us either, though. Maybe I had some unresolved feelings about that, too.
Taylor pulled her hair out from her ponytail and shook her shoulder length hair out. “Can I be brutally honest for a second?”
“You’re always brutally honest, Taylor. Just talk.”
“You’re not going to like what I have to say.”
“Just say it.”
A beat passed.
“You’re making a dangerous choice by going Dylan.”
My favorite kind.
Taylor sighed, shifting in her chair, before lowering her voice. “Are you sure you should go?
“Yeah, of course. It’s just dinner with an old friend.”
Taylor’s hazel eyes were pinned on me. She knew it was more than that. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
A slow smirk crept across my face.
