Beautiful Disaster (34 page)

Travis caught the bedroom door before it closed and then froze. “Did you want me to wait in the hall while you dressed for bed?”

“I'm going to hop in the shower. I'll just get dressed in the bathroom.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “All right. I'll make a pallet, then.”

I nodded, making my way to the bathroom. I scrubbed myself raw in the dilapidated shower, focusing on the water stains and soap scum to fight the overwhelming dread I felt for both the night and the morning. When I returned to the bedroom, Travis dropped a pillow on the floor on his makeshift bed. He offered a weak smile before leaving me to take a turn in the shower.

I crawled into bed, pulling the covers to my chest, trying to ignore the blankets on the floor. When Travis returned, he stared at the pallet with the same sadness that I did, and then turned off the light, situating himself on his pillow.

It was quiet for a few minutes, and then I heard Travis heave a miserable sigh. “This is our last night together, isn't it?”

I waited a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say. “I don't wanna fight, Trav. Just go to sleep.”

Hearing him shift, I turned onto my side to look down at him, pressing my cheek into the pillow. He supported his head with his hand and stared into my eyes.

“I love you.”

I watched him for a moment. “You promised.”

“I promised this wasn't a stunt to get back together. It wasn't.” He reached up his hand to touch mine. “But if it meant being with you again, I can't say I wouldn't consider it.”

“I care about you. I don't want you to hurt, but I should have followed my gut in the first place. It would've never worked.”

“You did love me, though, right?”

I pressed my lips together. “I still do.”

His eyes glossed over and he squeezed my hand. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

“I'm sort of in the middle of the last thing you asked me to do,” I said with a smirk.

His features were taught, unaffected by my expression. “If this is really it…if you're really done with me…will you let me hold you tonight?”

“I don't think it's a good idea, Trav.”

His hand gripped tight over mine. “Please? I can't sleep knowing you're just a foot away, and I'm never gonna get the chance again.”

I stared into his desperate eyes for a moment and then frowned. “I'm not having sex with you.”

He shook his head. “That's not what I'm asking.”

I searched the dimly lit room with my eyes, thinking about the consequences, wondering if I could tell Travis no if he changed his mind. I shut my eyes tight and then pushed away from the edge of the bed, turning down the blanket. He crawled into bed beside me, hastily pulling me tight into his arms. His bare chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, and I cursed myself for feeling so peaceful against his skin.

“I'm going to miss this,” I said.

He kissed my hair and pulled me to him. He seemed unable to get close enough to me. He buried his face in my neck and I rested my hand on his back in comfort, although I was just as heartbroken as he was. He sucked in a breath and pressed his
forehead against my neck, pressing his fingers into the skin of my back. As miserable as we were the last night of the bet, this was much, much worse.

“I…I don't think I can do this, Travis.”

He pulled me tighter and I felt the first tear fall from my eye down my temple. “I can't do this,” I said, clenching my eyes shut.

“Then don't,” he said against my skin. “Give me another chance.”

I tried to push myself out from under him, but his grip was too solid for any possibility of escape. I covered my face with both hands as my quiet sobs shook us both. Travis looked up at me, his eyes heavy and wet.

With his large, gentle fingers, he pulled my hand away from my eyes and kissed my palm. I took a staggered breath as he looked at my lips and then back to my eyes. “I'll never love anyone the way I love you, Pigeon.”

I sniffed and touched his face. “I can't.”

“I know,” he said, his voice broken. “I never once convinced myself that I was good enough for you.”

My face crumpled and I shook my head. “It's not just you, Trav. We're not good for each other.”

He shook his head, wanting to say something but thinking better of it. After a long, deep breath, he rested his head against my chest. When the green numbers on the clock across the room read eleven o'clock, Travis's breaths finally slowed and evened out. My eyes grew heavy, and I blinked a few times before slipping out of consciousness.

“Ow!” I yelped, pulling my hand from the stove and automatically nursing the burn with my mouth.

“You okay, Pidge?” Travis asked, shuffling across the floor and slipping a T-shirt over his head. “Shit! The floor's fucking freezing!” I stifled a giggle as I watched him hop on one foot and then the other until the soles of his feet acclimated to the frigid tile.

The sun had barely peeked through the blinds, and all but one of the Maddoxes were sleeping soundly in their beds. I pushed the antique tin pan further into the oven and then closed the door, turning to cool my fingers under the sink.

“You can go back to bed. I just had to put the turkey in.”

“Are you coming?” he asked, wrapping his arms around his chest to ward off the chill in the air.

“Yeah.”

“Lead the way,” he said, sweeping his hand toward the stairs.

Travis yanked his shirt off as we both shoved our legs under the covers, pulling the blanket up to our necks. He tightened his arms around me as we shivered, waiting for our body heat to warm the small space between our skin and the covers.

I felt his lips against my hair, and then his throat moved when he spoke. “Look, Pidge. It's snowing.”

I turned to face the window. The white flakes were only visible in the glow of the street lamp. “It kind of feels like Christmas,” I said, my skin finally warming up against his. He sighed and I turned to see his expression. “What?”

“You won't be here for Christmas.”

“I'm here, now.” He pulled his mouth up on one side and leaned down to kiss my lips. I leaned back and shook my head. “Trav…”

His grip tightened and he lowered his chin, his chestnut eyes determined. “I've got less than twenty-four hours with you, Pidge. I'm gonna kiss you. I'm gonna kiss you a lot today. All day. Every chance I get. If you want me to stop, just say the word, but until you do, I'm going make every second of my last day with you count.”

“Travis—” I thought about it for a moment, and I reasoned that he was under no illusions about what would happen when he took me home. I had come there to pretend, and as hard as it would be for us both later, I didn't want to tell him no.

When he noticed me staring at his lips, the corner of his mouth turned up again, and he leaned down to press his soft mouth against mine. It began sweet and innocent, but the moment his lips parted, I caressed his tongue with mine. His body instantly tensed, and he took a deep breath in through his nose, pressing his body against me. I let my knee fall to the side and he moved above me, never taking his mouth from mine.

He wasted no time undressing me, and when there was no more fabric between us, he gripped the iron vines of the headboard with both hands, and in one quick movement, he was inside me. I bit my lip hard, stifling the cry that was clawing its way up my throat. Travis moaned against my mouth, and I pressed my feet against the mattress, anchoring myself so I could raise my hips to meet his.

One hand on the iron and the other on the nape of my neck, he rocked against me over and over, and my legs quivered with his firm, determined movements. His tongue searched my mouth, and I could feel the vibration of his deep groans against my chest as he kept to his promise to make our last day together memorable. I could spend a thousand years trying to block that moment from my memory, and it would still be burned into my mind.

An hour had passed when I clenched my eyes shut, my every nerve focused on the shuddering of my insides. Travis held his breath as he thrust inside me one last time. I collapsed against the mattress, completely spent. Travis heaved with deep breaths, speechless and dripping with sweat.

I could hear voices downstairs and I covered my mouth, giggling at our misbehavior. Travis turned on his side, scanning my face with his soft, brown eyes.

“You said you were just going to kiss me.” I grinned.

As I lay next to his bare skin, seeing the unconditional love in his eyes, I let go of my disappointment and my anger and my stubborn resolve. I loved him, and no matter what my reasons were to live without him, I knew it wasn't what I wanted. Even if I hadn't changed my mind, it was impossible for us to stay away from each other.

“Why don't we just stay in bed all day?” he smiled.

“I came here to cook, remember?”

“No, you came here to help me cook, and I don't report for duty for another eight hours.”

I touched his face; the urge to end our suffering had become unbearable. When I told him I had
changed my mind and that things were back to normal, we wouldn't have to spend the day pretending. We could spend it celebrating instead.

“Travis, I think we…”

“Don't say it, okay? I don't want to think about it until I have to.” He stood up and pulled on his boxers, walking over to my bag. He tossed my clothes on the bed and then yanked his shirt over his head. “I want to remember this as a good day.”

I made eggs for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch, and when the game began, I started dinner. Travis stood behind me at every opportunity, his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips on my neck. I caught myself glancing at the clock, eager to find a moment alone with him to tell him my decision. I was anxious to see the look on his face and to get back to where we were.

The day was filled with laughter, conversation, and a steady stream of complaints from Tyler about Travis's constant display of affection.

“Get a room, Travis! Jesus!” Tyler groaned.

“You are turning a hideous shade of green,” Thomas teased.

“It's because they're making me sick. I'm not jealous, douchebag,” Tyler sneered.

“Leave 'em alone, Ty,” Jim warned.

When we sat down for dinner, Jim insisted on Travis carving the turkey, and I smiled as he proudly stood up to comply. I was a bit nervous until the compliments washed in. By the time I served the pie, there wasn't a morsel of food left on the table.

“Did I make enough?” I laughed.

Jim smiled, pulling his fork through his lips to get ready for dessert. “You made plenty, Abby. We just wanted to tide ourselves over until next year…unless you'd like to do this all over again at Christmas. You're a Maddox, now. I expect you at every holiday, and not to cook.”

I glanced over at Travis whose smiled had faded, and my heart sank. I had to tell him soon. “Thanks, Jim.”

“Don't tell her that, Dad,” Trenton said. “She's gotta cook. I haven't had a meal like this since I was five!” He shoveled half a slice of pecan pie into his mouth, humming with satisfaction.

I felt at home, sitting at a table full of men that were leaning back in their chairs, rubbing their full bellies. Emotion overwhelmed me when I fantasized about Christmas and Easter and every other holiday I would spend at that table. I wanted nothing more than to be a part of this broken, loud family that I adored.

When the pies were gone, Travis's brothers began to clear the table and the twins manned the sink.

“I'll do that,” I said, standing.

Jim shook his head. “No you don't. The boys can take care of it. You just take Travis to the couch and relax. You've worked hard, sis.”

The twins splashed each other with dishwater and Trenton cussed when he slipped on a puddle and dropped a plate. Thomas chastised his brothers, getting the broom and dustpan to sweep up the glass. Jim patted his sons on the shoulders and then hugged me before retreating to his room for the night.

Travis pulled my legs onto his lap and slipped off my shoes, massaging the soles of my feet with his thumbs. I leaned my head back and sighed.

“This was the best Thanksgiving we've had since Mom died.”

I pulled my head up to see his expression. He was smiling, but it was tinged with sadness.

“I'm glad I was here to see it.”

Travis's expression changed and I braced myself for what he was about to say. My heart pounded against my chest, hoping he would ask me back so I could say yes. Las Vegas seemed like a lifetime ago, sitting in the home of my new family.

“I'm different. I don't know what happened to me in Vegas. That wasn't me. I was thinking about everything we could buy with that money, and that was all I was thinking about. I didn't see how much it hurt you for me to want to take you back there, but deep down, I think I knew. I deserved for you to leave me. I deserved all the sleep I lost and the pain I've felt. I needed all that to realize how much I need you and what I'm willing to do to keep you in my life.”

I chewed on my lip, impatient to get to the part where I said yes. I wanted him to take me back to the apartment and spend the rest of the night celebrating. I couldn't wait to relax on the new couch with Toto, watching movies and laughing like we used to.

“You said you're done with me, and I accept that. I'm a different person since I met you. I've changed… for the better. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to do right by you. We were friends first, and I
can't lose you, Pigeon. I will always love you, but if I can't make you happy, it doesn't make much sense for me to try to get you back. I can't imagine being with anyone else, but I'll be happy as long as we're friends.”

“You want to be friends?” I asked, the words burning in my mouth.

“I want you to be happy. Whatever that takes.”