Drew lay in bed, Gretchen’s messages brightening his phone screen—and his life.
I want to rely on you. Her message appeared on the backs of his eyelids even after he closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he let his phone drop to his chest, where he held it over his heart as it pushed love throughout his body with every pump of blood through his veins.
I want to rely on you.He didn’t want to tell her he loved her in a text. That didn’t feel genuine, and he wanted to see her face, breathe in her perfume, and kiss her when he told her how he felt about her.
So she’d made a mistake. After she’d explained more about what she’d wanted the weekend to be, he’d forgiven her. He understood the feeling of simply wanting a day away from everything, though he didn’t seem to mind taking
