Cruz made a disgusted face. “He used to kiss and tell.”
“Real classy.”
I’d rolled my eyes, but tears prickled the back of them, making them sting. I’d paid so dearly for my mistake, it seemed so unnecessarily cruel to bring it up again and talk about the intimate details.
How many times could I atone for it?
I did everything right now. Or as right as I could, anyway, considering the circumstances.
Cruz took a step forward. He smelled like bonfire and amber and sandalwood. Woodsy and musky at the same time. I had to remind myself he wanted what all the others did before him—to get me in bed, because apparently, that was the easiest task within Fairhope limits.
“Get away from me,” I’d warned, stepping backward.
“Not before you give me what I want…”
“What you want?” I’d asked, incredulous.
“Yes. What all-weeze belonged to me.”
He was going to take another step, I could tell, and in that moment, the only thing I thought about was what it was going to look like.
Slutty Messy Nessy, letting Fairhope’s minted doctor-slash-quarterback into her house while her parents （and son!） were away.
Of course she’d have asked—begged him for it.
It would be the golden boy’s word against the jezebel’s.
I’d swung my fist and gone for his cheek, but he was tall, and I’d ended up slamming my knuckles against his Adam’s apple.
I must’ve underestimated my strength, or maybe Cruz had been too drunk to abide by the rules of gravity, because he went down like a sleep-deprived toddler, falling flat on his butt on my parents’ front lawn.
He’d groaned in pain while the parade marched past with drumlines and trumpets, and it had occurred to me we were drawing attention and that I was going to be toast.
“Shut up, Costello. Get up and dust yourself off,” I’d hissed, stepping outside to ensure he heard my warning.
This, of course, had only made him moan louder.
Seriously, why did I even bother?
I should have just grabbed Bear, shoved him in the car, and moved to another state. There was no way Fairhope was going to let me be.
“She assaulted him!” Mrs. Underwood had cried from the other side of the street.
“Punched him in the throat!” Mr. Thomas had whimpered.
People had begun rushing from the parade toward my front lawn. I’d retreated, feeling my cheeks flush.
Great.
Now I was getting into trouble without even leaving my doorstep. I really was a lost cause.
They’d helped pick Cruz up and asked him if he was okay. I’d rushed inside and closed the door, peering through the peephole, my face so hot with mortification I’d thought it was going to explode.
“Are you all right?”
“Oh, honey, what did she do to you?”
“I’m so sorry. She’s always been a hellion!”
Cruz just nodded and sulked, staring at my door like he’d known I was behind it.
So, you see, this was the infamous throat-punching incident.
Totally called for.
Now let’s move on, please.
“A chance.” Cruz rubbed at his square stubbled chin in the maintenance room.
“What?” I asked.
“What I deserved, what I came to talk that night, was a chance. The chance you gave him instead of me. Not a kiss. And not anything beyond that. A simple chance.”
For a moment, I just stared at Cruz, stunned. I thought he’d wanted the chance to bang me, not the chance to…ask to bang me?
He stared at the floor as he rubbed at his cheek, continuing, “I wasn’t trying to pull any funny business with you. Truth was, I’d always had a bit of a crush on you.”
“Umm, what?”
“I’d been waiting to tell you at the Fourth of July parade when I got home from med school. Thought you’d be there, since you’d never missed it, no matter what. I didn’t really care about your reputation at the time. Figured I couldn’t let a bunch of strangers dictate what I could or couldn’t do with my life. At first, I’d waited for you to show up. I had a beer, and then another one, and then another. The fourth was overkill, let me tell ya, because that’s when things began to go sideways, and I moved to shots. The road to finding myself slurring something offensive on your front porch was short from there, and we all know how it ended. But at the time, I came to you because I wanted to see if you’d have dinner with me. And I wanted to see if you’d have dinner with me not because I wanted to embarrass you, but because the entire time I was away, in med school, every time I kissed a girl, I always thought to myself—I wonder what Tennessee tastes like?”