The Day to Remember by Jessica Wood Read Free Book Online Page B

“Thank you for being you.”
    “It’s easy to be myself when I’m with you, Emma.”
    I shook my head in disagreement, “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re so patient with me, even when I’ve thought the worst of you. I’m really sorry for being so melodramatic when Desiree showed up at your place the other morning.” I looked at him, hoping he can see the regret in my eyes.
    “ Emma, you have nothing to apologize for.” His warm, brown eyes were inviting and sincere, and I felt myself fall even deeper for him. How is he so forgiving? How is he so perfect?
    “But I do,” I corrected him. “I’m sorry for not believing in you—in us. For running out that morning without giving you a chance to explain. For automatically believing in her when she claimed she was your girlfriend.” I paused and felt tears well up in my eyes as a flood of emotions washed through me as I grappled at my words. “I should have at least heard your side of the story instead of running away and ignoring you. I totally overreacted, and I feel ashamed for not believing in you, especially when you haven’t given me any reason to doubt you.”
    There was a look in Brandon’s eyes that I couldn’t understand. Would he truly forgive me for being such a drama queen?
    “Emma, it’s in the past. I’m just glad th at we got everything cleared up.”
    “ I know, but I do owe you an apology. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I’m sorry for being so immature sometimes. I just have a hard time trusting people, especially men, and I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. You didn’t deserve that from me.”
    “It’s okay, Emma. I understand where you’re coming from,” Brandon said softly. “You’ve had some bad run-ins with men in the past, so I get it. And your reaction was completely understandable. If it makes you feel any better, you’re the only person I would want showing up unannounced at my place, and preferably in a trench coat and nothing else,” he smiled and gave me a wink.
    “Thank s,” I laughed. I loved how easygoing he was and how comfortable he made me feel. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I stop by your place unannounced.”
    “Looking forward to it,” he said.
    The flames from the candles twinkled in his eyes as he stared at me. His facial feature were chiseled and defined, softened by those deep, gorgeous dimples that made my body melt. He had moments earlier combed through his dark, brown locks with his hands, leaving them brushed back and partially wet, making him look incredibly sexy. I sighed as I took the image of him in. He was perfect—beyond handsome—and he wanted to be with me.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked, bringing me out of my reverie.
    “I … I was just wondering if you, um, played the guitar,” I managed to finally say. I wasn’t going to admit that I was admiring his sexiness and wondering why he wanted to be with me.
    “The guitar?” He looked at me with amusement. “Why? Do you have a thing for guys playing the guitar?”
    I laughed, “A little. I guess the image of you in a guitar just popped into my head, and I was curious.” He didn’t have to know the image of him playing a guitar came from a dream-turned-nightmare I recently of him.
    “Sorry kid, but your boyfriend doesn’t know how to play a guitar. Worst boyfriend ever, I know,” he teased.
    “Darn, so you’re not perfect after all,” I feigned a look of disappointment.
    Brandon chuckled. “Maybe someday. Maybe someday I’ll surprise you and play the guitar for you.”
    “Well if you tell me, then how is that a surprise?”
    “Be nice.”
    I giggled. I smiled at him. “Hey, are you free next weekend?”
    “Thanksgiving weekend?”
    I nodded.
    “Yeah, I think so. My dad and I usually go to my aunt’s house in Sausalito, a little north of here, for Thanksgiving dinner. I don’t have anything else planned. Why?”
    “Well, my three best friends will be in town that weekend. I’d love