More Than Him by Jay McLean Read Free Book Online

I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
     
    Pretty girl,

    I don't even know where to start. You've probably heard that I've been traveling around. Dad contacted a few people, and I’m working with Doctors Without Borders. I don't know if you've heard of them, but they do a bunch of relief work all over the world. I was helping this one kid, and his mom went into labor, right in front of me. One of the doctors delivered the baby and I was there. I witnessed it all. I was the second person to hold that baby. And you’re right—what you say about them. That they’re miracles. They really are. I wanted so badly to call you after it happened, to tell you all about it. And to tell you that you should do it, become a midwife, or at least try, b ecause it’s such an amazing feeling, and you would be so perfect for it. 
    But I didn’t call, because I knew it wouldn’t be fair to you. Neither is writing this letter, I guess. But I don’t know. I just kind of felt like I needed to. I just needed you to know that I was thinking of you.
     
    Anyway, I’m sure that you don’t care about what some asshole thousands of miles away is doing. I just wanted to tell you that I’m okay . . . not that I expected you to worry about me, or anything.
     
    I guess the real reason I’m writing is because I wanted to tell you that I hope you’re doing well. And I guess I wanted you to know that I understand. I understand that you hate me. And as much as it hurts, I know that I deserve it. But I just didn’t want to go another day without telling you, just in case you had any doubts, that there’s not a single part of me that feels that way about you. All that we had, every moment we shared, it meant everything to me. Everything you felt, I felt it, too. It was the hardest thing to do, to walk away from you, from us, but I had to do it, because you deserve so much more. And I hope you see that. I hope that you’ve moved on and found some guy who treats you like the amazingly beautiful girl you are. And that he knows how lucky he is to have you. I hope he appreciates every single thing about you. And I hope that he loves you and gives you the world, Amanda.
    Because I would have.
    If shit didn’t get in the way with us, I would have.
    I would've given you the entire universe, because that’s what you deserve.
    And I want you to know, that I wasn’t lying. Those last words I said to you, they are yours. And so am I. Forever.
    Because I do love you, Amanda.
    And that’s the truth.       
     
    Logan.
     
     
    ***
     
    Ty lazily walked into the room and sat on my desk chair. I was still staring at the letter in my hand.
    "You okay?" he asked, jerking his head towards the letter.
    I cleared my throat. "Yeah." I put the piece of paper back in the envelope and placed it in my handbag on the desk. I started to walk away but he held on to my hand, stopping me. I turned to face him, confused. "What's up?"
    He pulled on my hand and spread his legs so I could stand between them. A part of me started to panic. Another part of me was curious.
    He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Was it from him?" he ground out.
    I nodded once. He put one hand on my hip and brought me closer to him. "Come here," he said quietly, pulling me down until I was sitting on his lap.
    "Tyson, I don't think—"
    "Don't think," he cut in, resting his hand on the side of my face. My eyes drifted shut. My breath hitched. Then his lips were on mine. Slowly and softly, he kissed me, and I kissed back. He made a sound and brought my face closer to his, his tongue darted out and licked my lips. I opened my mouth for him. The instant our tongues touched, we both pulled back.
    He had a disgusted look on his face; I don't know what I looked like.
    "That was gross," he announced.
    I chuckled. "Way to make a girl feel special."
    He lifted me until I was standing, and then stood up, himself. "I mean . . ." He eyed me up and down. "You're hot and