Page 134 of Sweet T
* * *
After, Tucker and Evan lay there in each other’s arms. They were quiet, reflective, and peaceful–content in a way they were also growing accustomed to.
“I love you, you know? Just in case I haven’t told you enough already.” Tucker squeezed Evan, kissing his forehead.
“You can tell me every day from now on because I’ll never get tired of hearing it. I love you right back, big guy. I’m so incredibly grateful we met. When I think of the circumstances that led me here, how slight the chances were that we would even cross paths, it makes me dizzy with dread. I get that sinking feeling in my stomach, like I’m going to wake up and discover none of it ever really happened.”
“Don’t. It did. That’s all that matters.”
“I just keep wondering if it was predestined. God, I can hear Sebastian laughing at me now. But think about it... your teenage friend picked me up hitchhiking, and brought me to this tiny town where I met you. I mean, what are the chances?”
“What were the chances that a giant rock, in all of space, would hit earth and wipe out the dinosaurs? But it did. Things happen, Ev. Bad things. Good things. If it bothers you, don’t dwell on it. I’m not going anywhere.”
“It bothers you too. I can tell.”
“I don’t like remembering how hurt you were that first night. That rage you saw at the wedding is still in me–low, submerged, dormant. I don’t ever want to wake it up again.”
“Monty told me that Emmett is doing much better. He’s divorcing Pru and staying in Virginia... to start over.”
“Good for him. I’m glad he’s not coming back.”
Evan traced his fingers on Tucker’s chest. “Speaking of serendipity,” he said. “This is the room where it all began, isn’t it?”
“I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t bring it up.”
“I like it. It feels right, bringing things full circle.”
“If you say so.”
“C’mon, T. We both fooled around with the same guy, you, in this very room. Still thinking about dinosaurs?”
Tucker’s phone vibrated on the nightstand. “Saved by the buzz,” he said, reaching for it.
It was one word and a picture—a selfie sent from Shelly of her and Ben smiling up at the camera. They were at Turner Field, the Atlanta Braves playing in the background. Jealous? it read.
“Here,” Tucker said, raising the phone and pointing at him and Evan. “Smile.”
He took the picture. They gave it a quick glance, approving it before Tucker hit send, also with one word: Nope.
They both watched the bubbles pulsate briefly before Shelly’s reply.
Aw. Y’all look sweet.
And then another.
Is that your old room?
And then another.
Your bed?
And then another.
Ewww. You’re sweaty!
And finally...
BYE!