Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake #3) by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online Page B

hurting.” He kissed my forehead.
    “I love that you tried.” I held up my hand and he slapped it with his.
    “High five for trying!” I said and he laughed.
    “Good effort.”
    I nestled against his chest.
    “So what did Hope have to say?”
    “Nothing I haven’t heard before. She suggested that I try therapy again, or go to the group for kids who have lost their parents. I don’t know. I mean… I just really don’t want to go back to that. It’s like ripping the bandage off a wound and reliving everything all over again. I know I’ll never get over it, but I’d like to think I can at least try and live as normal a life as I can.” I put my hand on his heart.
    “If you asked me to marry you right now, I’d say yes,” I said.
    A chuckle rumbled through his chest.
    “Good thing I already did that.”
    “Oh yeah, that’s right! How could I forget?” His fingers brushed against my left hand where my ring lived.
    “No idea. It was pretty epic.”
     

     
    I wasn’t angry with her for going behind my back. I was more… frustrated with the whole situation. Pissed that she’d even had to do that. Pissed that my past was such absolute shit that she got dragged into. Taylor had her own past to deal with. She didn’t need mine on top of it.
    The nightmares came again that night and she woke me up even though she was as exhausted as I was. If I didn’t deal with this, it was going to come between us. Taylor was sweet and understanding and an absolute rock, but she couldn’t keep doing this forever. I wouldn’t let her get dragged down into my darkness with me.
    So with shaking hands and a lump in my throat, I walked into the campus health clinic.
    “Yeah, I’d like to make an appointment,” I said in a low voice, as if someone was going to catch me in the act. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I could be here for any reason. Still, it was a challenge not to keep looking around to make sure no one saw me. I had an excuse all ready to go in case I needed it.
    “Okay, what did you need to make the appointment for?” the sweet receptionist asked with a wide smile. She had just a smidge of bright pink lipstick on her teeth. I tried not to stare at it.
    “Uh, yeah, uh, I need to talk to someone about… some stuff?” I sounded like a fucking moron. She narrowed her eyes at me and handed me a clipboard with a form and a pen on it.
    “Fill this out with a few more specifics and then we’ll see what we can do.” She gave me another sugary smile and I went to the little waiting area with my form to fill it out. I did it as quick as I could so I could get out of there. The receptionist was on the phone with someone when I brought the form back, so I had to wait for her to be done.
    “Let’s see what we have here,” she said, her eyes flicking over the boxes I’d checked under “depression” and “trouble sleeping.” I knew she wasn’t judging me, but it still kind of sucked to have this stranger know all of my personal business.
    Taylor. I was doing this for Taylor. I was going to be her husband and I had to be the best husband possible for her. I had to get my shit together.
     

     
    A fter some more irritation, I finally got an appointment for the following week to see one of the counselors. It would probably be some grad student working on a thesis, but it was better than no one.
    I folded up the appointment card and stuck it in my wallet. I was still on the fence about whether or not to tell Taylor about the appointment beforehand, or wait until after. Right now I was leaning toward after.
    I worked a few hours at the library and then headed home to find the house in chaos. Mase had invited Dev and Sean over, as well as Dusty and they were locked in a videogame battle with Renee. Judging by the level of trash-talking, she was probably crushing all of them. Jos was egging them on, Paul was trying to be supportive of Renee, and Taylor and Darah had escaped to the kitchen to work on