In Five Years

Chapter 16

"No, it wasn't. I could have handled that situation better, but I didn't. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Truthfully, getting out of my house right now seems like a good idea. I know he's sorry for what he said, and things were going so well between us before that happened. I just want to pick up where we left off.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" I ask, and I can hear him smile through the phone.

***

We're surrounded by tons and tons of junk food again, my feet sprawled out across Tre's lap with a horror movie playing in the background. His fireplace is lit, a cozy and homey feeling overcoming me.

Tre has been massaging my feet for the past ten minutes, and to be honest, it feels so good. I close my eyes and let out a sigh.

"Feel good?" He asks.

"So good."

I stretch my body out and snuggle more into the blanket of his that he gave me, and he glances over at me, a tiny smile on his face.

"What?" I giggle.

"Nothing. You're just extremely adorable right now. It just makes me feel like even more of a shit for what I said to you."

"It's fine," I tell him for the millionth time. He's apologized so much since I've been here. "I forgive you. I shouldn't have even asked you to come when I knew that he'd probably be there. It put you in an awkward situation."

"I still shouldn't have said what I did."

"You're right, you shouldn't have, but I'm giving you a second chance. All I'm asking is that you don't make me regret it."

"I won't." He immediately replies. "I promise I'm not going to mess this up. I'm sorry I thought you still had feelings for him. His girlfriend was being ridiculously rude towards you, and instead of getting mad at you I probably should have gotten mad at her."

I gulp and turn towards the television again. Letting him know about last night with Cam won't help anything between us. I can't tell him that I do still have feelings for Cam. If I do then he won't want to continue whatever this is we have going on between us. Cam said we were friends, and that's all we're going to be. I messed it up for us.

Tre's phone starts to ring, so he leans over to pause the movie and swipes his phone across the screen to answer it. "Hello?" He pauses to wait for a response, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. "How did you get this number?"

His body has grown rigid, so I sit up and pull the blanket tighter around my body to move closer to him.

"I don't care how you got it. Don't call here again. Do you understand me?" He slams the phone down onto the coffee table, hanging his head between his hands.

"Tre, are you okay? Who was that?" I place a hand on his back and begin to slowly rub circles on it. His body reacts to my touch, growing slightly less rigid.

"Uh, it was my dad." He clears his throat and sits back up again, letting out an irritated sigh. "I don't know how he got my number."

"What was he calling for?"

"To try and apologize." He shrugs. "He's done it countless amounts of times. I've changed my number twice since I've been here, yet somehow he always seems to find the new one. I can't escape him no matter how hard I try."

"I'm so sorry..." I trail off, and he takes my hand to place a gentle kiss to my palm.

"No, I'm sorry. I know I've told you that a bunch today, but I mean it. The way I reacted towards you the other night reminded me of..." he shakes his head, and it looks like he's blinking away tears. "I don't want to be him, Maddie. It's my biggest fear."

I climb onto his lap and take both of his cheeks into my hands. "You aren't," I reassure him. "You're kind, funny, and sensitive, and nothing like him. I forgive you for what happened the other night, Tre. I really like you, and I want to see where this goes."

"Me too." He brings his eyes up to mine and tucks a curl of mine behind my ear. "I didn't mean to put a damper on our evening and be miserable. I didn't realize he'd call, and now I'm just...irritated. I don't know."

"It's okay. You're allowed to be upset. What you went through must have been terrible. I can't even imagine."

He nods, and from his body language, I can tell he doesn't want to go into any more detail about it. I'm not going to force him to open up. We haven't known each other that long, but I'm confident he will tell me when he's ready.

"Kiss me?" He asks.

He wants to forget. He wants the painful memories to go away, and I think I'm the thing that's going to cure him of that right now. I wouldn't be able to say no to that. I can see the flashbacks hidden behind his eyes, seeming like they're erupting into him all at once. I want to bring him to that place that relaxes him. I want to be his cure.

Bringing my lips to his, I wrap my arms around his neck and try to bring him to that state of complete and utter peace.