Sullivans 06 - Let Me Be the One

couldn’t justify sleeping with them when I knew I wouldn’t be with them past the next semester.”
    Besides, none of them had made her insides turn to goo, or made her heart flutter in her chest, the way she’d hoped they would.
    Precisely the way Ryan did.
    “I can’t believe your bastard ex-husband got to be your first.”
    She could see how jealous he was about it. It shouldn’t have made her feel good, but it did.
    She gave him a wry smile. “He loved it, of course. I think it made him feel like the conquering hero. You know, going where no man had gone before and all that. And, stupidly, I thought we were going to be together forever. Maybe if I had stayed twenty-two, it would have worked out, but I had to grow up at some point. Everything changed once I wasn’t that impressionable, star-struck girl anymore.” And still she’d hung on, hoping that they could work things out, hoping that she didn’t have to end up a failure at love, too.
    “I’m not like that, Vicki. I’m not like him.”
    “I know.” She had to smile at Ryan as she brushed her hand lightly over his stubbly chin. “That’s one of the reasons I let myself sleep with you. Not just because my hormones were taking over, but because I trust you.”
    “Then keep trusting me when I say that I’ve wanted to be with you since we were fifteen. Even before you saved me from that car, I wanted you, Vicki. All those stories I’ve told these past few days about trying to get you to notice me and losing you to another man were true.”
    “I love hearing you say all that, so much you wouldn’t believe, but even though I’ve only been with two men, I’ve seen enough to understand that wanting rarely becomes more than that.”
    “What about the fact that since you’ve been back, everything’s been better?”
    “I guess that’s something,” she admitted in a cautious voice.
    “It’s a hell of a lot more than something . Vicki, I want you to give me a chance. I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to stop assuming that I’ll be wanting out in a few weeks. I want our relationship to be real. ”
    “It all sounds so good,” she said slowly.
    “It will be good. I promise.”
    His confidence was one of the things she’d always loved about him. But life had never come as easily to her as it had to him. Not anywhere near.
    So she needed to be realistic...and make sure that what they were doing didn’t end up ripping away one of the most important people in her life.
    “What if it doesn’t work out? What if all we’re feeling is the rush of new excitement at finally getting to be more than friends?”
    “I’ve had it bad for you for fifteen years. My feelings have never gone away. They’ve only grown bigger, stronger with every year we were apart. And every time I look at you, every time I touch you, you’re even more beautiful than you were just seconds ago. Now that we’ve gotten horizontal—and vertical—a couple of times, I’m pretty sure you’ve wanted it, too. We’ve waited half our lives for this chance to be together. Do you really think we’re going to blow it now?”
    She wanted so badly to believe that they wouldn’t. But she’d believed that before, had followed her passions, and she’d been wrong.
    She had to be pragmatic, for once. Practical. Especially now, when so much was at stake.
    “Of course I don’t think either of us would go into a relationship planning to screw it up. I just need to know—if dating doesn’t work out, will we still be friends? Or will it be too weird, too hard, to see each other all the time?”
    Especially if it turned out that she wasn’t enough for Ryan after all.
    He blew out a hard breath. “You keep saying that I’m not a forever kind of guy, but you’re the one who keeps talking about things ending.”
    She was surprised to realize he was right.
    “I’m just scared that we’ll make a mistake we can’t recover from. Where we are right now, I think we can probably still step back and be okay. But if we go further and it all goes wrong—”
    “What if I told you that I see us together forty years from now, with kids and grandkids and you with clay under your fingernails and me coaching the Little League team down the street? And what if I told you that I’m in l—”
    Even as she tried to catch her breath at the fairy tale he was painting for her, the very same one she wanted more and more with every passing year, full of