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“No, I’m not saying that. But all three of her siblings are now with members of our family. I’m pretty sure it’s on her mind.”
I sigh, rub my hand over my hair. “She’s great, man. This thing between us… It’s new, but it’s great. But that’s all it is. It’s not love. At least I don’t think it is.” I drop my hand to my side. “Hell, I don’t know.”
“Are you feeling something different?” he asks.
“Yeah, but I feel something different with every woman. Don’t you?”
“Of course. It’s always different with a new lover. But I was pretty sure after a few times with Rory. It was different different, if that makes sense. I knew it was something that could blossom into something amazing, and it did.”
“I’m not feeling that yet,” I say.
But I recognize the lie for what it is.
Because I am feeling something different with Maddie. Something that could bloom into something wonderful.
But right now, I’m not sure I know myself. My head is a mess. It’s jumbled with thoughts and horrific images. Of the way my stomach sank to my feet when that plane dropped. The way I had to hold back nausea as I helped Maddie get her yellow mask on before I adjusted my own.
The way I failed to hold back nausea after the fact.
How I…
But I was strong.
I thought of Maddie before I thought of myself.
And now? Now that we’re safe?
I’m in my own head.
I’m fucking freaked out.
“We’re here, man,” Brock says. “Whatever happens between you and Maddie isn’t the biggest thing in the world. The biggest thing is that we’re alive.”
I nod.
Part of me doesn’t agree. Because part of me thinks that what’s happening with Maddie and me is something big. Something fucking huge. But based on where my head is right now? I’m not good enough for her.
“You ready?” Brock asks.
“Don’t you have to take a piss?” I ask.
“No, I’m good. It was an excuse to talk to you.”
I go to the sink, look at my face in the mirror.
I look the same.
Same face that looks like a masculine version of my mother except for the blue eyes that come from my father. The dark hair, the classic Steel jawline, the broad shoulders.
And I recognize myself.
Except I don’t.
Maybe talking to my aunt Melanie wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
Maybe I should just go home.
But I won’t. I promised Brock I would stay, at least through Paris. After all, I came here for a vacation. God knows I need one.
