“I haven’t seen it up close.”
He raised his head and met her eyes. There was something uncertain, but hungry, scared, and longing in his gaze. And she knew, right then, what was making her ache, and why. Her heart stuttered. She’d been so scared to admit it, thinking he was the wrong guy at the wrong time, unable to understand why he kept pushing her away.
But he was also the boy who saved her at rehearsal. Who took her to the arboretum for a date. Who made her crazy, uncertain, excited, and joyful all at once. Mom had seen through his facade last week…and Faith’s, too.
“Kyle?” She reached for his hands and pulled up him up so they were standing, facing each other. “You don’t have to take off your shirt. But…” Her heart banged painfully in her chest. God, this was it, wasn’t it? She finally found the one guy who could turn her life upside down in the most perfect way.
She cleared her throat. “It’s just…I finally figured out you’re the guy I’ve been looking for. Not the delinquent Kyle, but the guy who turned my backyard into something beautiful. The Kyle who danced with me and took me to see an azalea garden. And especially the Kyle who was hurt a few years ago, but bounced back. You might be embarrassed by all that, but I’m not. It’s part of you, and I like who you are. And it’s not the tattoo I want to see. It’s you. I want to see you. All of you.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kyle
Kyle’s breath caught in his throat. The way Faith was looking at him—his heart galloped around his chest, fighting against its restraints. “What?”
She smiled, but there were tears in her eyes. “I bare my soul, and you ask, ‘what?’ Another girl might be upset by that, but I’m too happy to care. Now, listen closely. You listening?”
He nodded, too breathless to speak.
“Good.” She smiled and laid a hand on his chest. “I think you’re amazing on the inside—and the outside doesn’t hurt, either.” She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “I want to be with you. All the time. And I want you, too. Now, in a week, in a year, whenever you’re ready—it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s with you.”
This must be what being struck by lightning feels like. Because his body was electrified, fried from end to end, and begging for another hit. Was that jolt terror? Desire? Both? Neither?
Everything was so confused. “I, uh, okay.”
She chuckled. “Look, last time I checked, you have a little more experience with this than I do. Isn’t there supposed to be more kissing and less awkward conversation?”
His insides collapsed into a miserable cold ball of guilt. “That’s just it.”
She slipped her arms around his neck. “What’s ‘just it’?”
Her lips brushed his cheek when she spoke, and he shuddered. One more lie to add to the list. How many was too many? He was sure this had to be the last straw. Any minute now, she was going to get fed up and leave him. This close and it was going to be over. “That day I pushed you away, it’s… I was scared. Scared that you’d find out and laugh, or be angry.”
“Angry about what?”
He sighed. “There’s one more secret. See, I haven’t actually…been with any girls. Not one. Hell, you’re the first girl I ever kissed.”
Her eyes flew wide and she leaned away. His entire body turned to ice. Yep, misery complete—she was going to walk out and leave him. And he deserved it.
“Really? You’re a virgin? You?”
He nodded and held himself stiff. If she wanted to walk out, he wouldn’t make things hard for her. “That whole player thing? It’s a lie. Just like everything else—a persona to save myself. I’m actually kind of awkward with girls, and I didn’t want you to know. That’s why I pushed you away. I was falling apart inside, feeling so guilty about all the lying, and I was scared you’d….I don’t know. I was just scared.”
“Scared,” she murmured.
“Yeah. So I was a dick because I couldn’t bring myself to admit it. I’ve been a mess to deal with, and I’m sorry. I understand why you might want to walk away, because I wasn’t honest about anything.”
She took in a tiny breath, her expression confused, a little line of pinched skin forming between her eyebrows. “Oh.”
God, he didn’t want to lose her, to end it this way. Tell her. Just tell her before it’s too late, even if you end up hurt. “But, Faith…I want you to know I never meant to hurt you. Because, um, because no one else—except you—made me want to try to work through all my crazy. And maybe I’m not who you think I am, but that only makes me want to be with you more. Out of all the girls who’ve been interested, you’re the only one I ever acted real around. You’re the first, in everything. I just wanted to tell you that, before you go.” He swallowed against the tide of despair rising in his throat. “Because I wanted you to be the first for this, too.”
She held really still. “You mean that?”