Page 52 of Wild Thing
I also hadn’t heard from Zack. But I hadn’t checked in with him either.
Out of sight, out of mind.
That was a future Dylan problem. It wasn't lost on me just how easily I’d been able to push the thoughts of Zack out of my mind.
I was learning a lot about myself, and some of it wasn’t nice.
Hanging up, I was looking forward to having a quiet night in. I even considered opening my sketchbook because for the first time in a long time, I felt inspired.
Those plans were blown to bits when I opened the door to my suite. Slid under the door was an envelope on the floor with two words splashed across it:Wild Thing.
Smiling to myself, there was only one person this could be from. As I bent down to pick it up, my heart fluttered. I opened it to find a ticket to a concert, to see a band I’d loved since forever, and a note that said;
Sorry for the blindside yesterday.
Meet me in the lobby bar at 6pm.
Get fired up.
Excitement raced through my body.
What were the chances that one of our favorite bands has a gig here?
Throwing myself down onto the bed, envelope resting on my chest, I stared at the ceiling. My smile was wide and my body buzzed with a delicious mix of anticipation and excitement. I wished I could bottle up that feeling and drink it over and over again. I felt so… alive.
Was this a… date?
Reaching for my phone, I called Taylor. She answered after the first ring. "Hey."
“Got a sec?”
“Does this involve a certain ex?”
“Yes.”
“Then, yes.”
“He’s taking me to a concert tonight.”
“Okaaay,” Taylor drawled.
“Well, do you think this is a date?”
I was met with silence. Taylor normally wasn’t rendered speechless, so I pushed for an answer. “Taylor, are you having a stroke? Say something.”
“I’m not having a stroke, you idiot. I’m processing the clusterfuck that is your life right now.”
I sighed, continuing to stare at the ceiling. “It’s a giant shit show, I know."
A few seconds passed. Even though I was relishing in reconnecting with Brax, there were parts of me screaming for being such a snake.
"So, do you think I should go?" I asked Taylor.
“Well, are you thinking of blowing up your life for this man?”
Was I?
I might be messed up in the head, but I knew one thing for sure: My heart drops when I think of anyone else having Brax. “I think so.”
