I look away, because I know he’s right.
“So stay. Stay here. In Maryland. Work with me and Nolan. Live over Tina’s garage. Be my girlfriend. Let’s do this, Charlie. Nothing I’ve ever done felt as right as what we did last night.”
I feel like the room is spinning. What is he saying? We had one night together, where we both gave in to mutual desire. That does not a relationship make. Even if he is my favorite person in the tri-state area. Besides, better than anyone, I know the pitfalls of moving someplace for the sake of a relationship. I did that for Brady. I can’t do that again--I can’t move somewhere--or stay somewhere--for someone else. I need to do what’s best for me. I need to start taking care of myself. And, as much as it hurts, that means going home.
If things were different--if I were different--it would be so easy to give in to Trick’s sweet words. I could so easily follow him wherever he wants to lead me. But I’ve already made the mistake of dismissing my own needs and wants for someone else’s, and I can’t do it again. It costs more than my poor heart can afford.
“I can’t stay, Trick. The plan is to leave, and you, sir, are not part of the plan.” The words are right. I know they are. But why do they feel so wrong?
“Char--”
“I’m sorry, but I need to get going before traffic hits. Take care. Thank you--for everything. Seriously, you’re the best and--” dammit, I need to go now or else I’ll cry and never leave. “I’ll mail your clothes.” As parting lines go, it’s not the best, but again, it’s all I’ve got.
