Ryle slides into bed and pulls the covers over us. He shakes his
head. “No, I don’t think soda actually helps anything. My mom just
used to give me a soda after I’d had a bad day and it always made me
feel a little better.”
I smile. “Well, it worked.”
He brushes his hand down my cheek and I can see in his eyes and
in the way he touches me that he deserves at least one chance at
forgiveness. I feel if I don’t find a way to forgive him, I’ll somewhat be
placing blame on him for the resentment I still hold for my father.
He’s not like my father.
Ryle loves me. He’s never come out and said it before, but I know
he does. And I love him. What happened in the kitchen tonight is
something I’m confident won’t happen again. Not after seeing how
upset he is that he hurt me.
All humans make mistakes. What determines a person’s character
aren’t the mistakes we make. It’s how we take those mistakes and turn
them into lessons rather than excuses.
Ryle’s eyes somehow grow even more sincere and he leans over and
kisses my hand. He settles his head into the pillow and we just lie
there, staring at each other, sharing this unspoken energy that fills all
the holes the night has left in us.
After a few minutes, he squeezes my hand. “Lily,” he says, brushing
his thumb over mine. “I’m in love with you.”
I feel his words in every part of me. And when I whisper, “I love you,
too,” it’s the most naked truth I’ve ever spoken to him.
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