It’s a risk. He’s dangerous territory and while being with a guy like Tyson would be fun, is it something I’m willing to throw caution to the wind with and give it a real shot? I don’t know.
I have my future to think about. I’ll be at Yale for years to come while Tyson is in Broken Hill doing whatever the hell he wants to do with himself, not to mention, a long-distance relationship is a lot of work.
I let out a sigh and try to push it to the back of my mind, I’m here to enjoy Kate’s wedding and if that means trying to forget about Tyson for just one night, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do…at least try to do.
Chapter 8
Tyson
I lay back against the headboard of my bed, staring at my phone as I spin it between my fingers, just as I’ve been doing for the past two hours. It’s Sunday night and I was hoping to have had the chance to talk this through with Brylee by now, but she’s at a wedding, leaving me absolutely no choice but to wait it out.
She’s due to go home tomorrow and I’m not sure I can go on, not knowing how she feels about us. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty fucking positive that she loves me, but I need to hear that from her. It’s one thing to think I know, but having the words come from her mouth would make this real.
I spin my phone one more time before lighting up the screen. 11:46 pm. When does a wedding usually end? Do they go late into the night or does the bar cut off at 10 and people just take their asses home?
I sit up in bed and swing my legs over the side, forcing myself to stay seated. This really isn’t how I planned my weekend to go. If I’d known she was coming, I would have been there at the airport to pick her up and forced her to let me drive her home. We would have had this conversation done and dusted by now, instead, it’s dragging out and it’s killing me.
Oh, fuck it. I bring up her number and hit call before I give myself a chance to pussy out. The phone rings five times and I’m just about to end the call when her voice comes through my speakers. “Ty? What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Is the wedding over?”
“Umm…yeah? I only just got home.”
I’m out of my fucking room and racing down the stairs in the blink of an eye. I end the call and throw myself out the door before dropping down into my car and starting it up.
I race toward Brylee’s place with a desperation that surprises me. I know I’m in love with this woman but I didn’t know it had the ability to make me act like a fucking idiot. What am I supposed to say to her? It’s the middle of the night and she’s probably exhausted from having such a huge day. The last thing she wants to do is deal with whatever this thing is between us, yet even with knowing all of that, I still can’t find it within me to turn the fucking car around.
I should wait out the night and go see her in the morning. I can take her back to the airport and we can talk it through then. What I shouldn’t be doing is driving as though my name is Nate Ryder and breaking every fucking traffic law while I do it.
Being the middle of the night, there are no cars on the road and I get myself to Brylee’s house within minutes. I pull up on the curb and get out of my car before leaning against it and looking up at her home. The light is on in her bedroom and I see her faint shadow behind the curtain. I bring up her number once again and hit call.
Brylee answers within seconds. “What the hell, Tyson? We were talking and then you just hung up on me.”
“Come outside, babe.”
“What?” she grunts. “What do you mean come outside? It’s the middle of the night and I want to go to bed.”
“Babe,” I groan, unable to keep the light joyfulness out of my tone. “Just come outside so we can talk.”
Brylee sucks in a sharp gasp and the faint shadow becomes pretty fucking detailed moments before she throws open her curtains and stares down at me in shock. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demands. “Shouldn’t you be at home, watching some weird fetish porn while getting off to the thought of your bromance with Jess?”
I hold back a laugh. Don’t get me wrong, her smartass comments definitely deserve the laugh, but I won’t let her win that easily. “Brylee, either get your ass down here or I’m coming up.”