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Crushed

Page 17

by Brigid McMahon


  I look from Steve to behind Dad and sit bolt upright in my seat.

  Because there he is. Manny. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt, his tanned skin glowing under the tropical sun.

  Dad shoots Steve a furious look and grabs his elbow.

  "What did you do?!"

  "Jesus, weren't you listening?" Steve snaps. He pulls Dad away. "Come on, Marty. These two have a lot to discuss and you and I have a lot of exploring to do." He gives me a wink and then he and Dad are gone and it's just Manny and I, staring at each other.

  Once again, Manny's face is unreadable as he slowly walks over to where I sit.

  "Hey," he says softly. He shuffles his sandaled feet on the deck before looking back at me, his eyes hesitant. "You okay?"

  For a moment I can't speak. But then finally I find my voice and I'm a little miffed to be honest.

  "You never called. After you got my letter." My voice is accusing and I don't try to soften it.

  He nods, twisting his lips. "Yeah, I know. I had to think about things."

  I shut my book and set it on the table beside me. "And what conclusion did you come to?"

  Manny frowns slightly. "Hey, don't get mad at me. You have no idea what I went through these last couple of weeks."

  I burst out laughing and haul myself off the lounge chair. "Are you serious?! What do you think I went through? I wasn't out partying, Manny! I've been in hell because you wouldn't talk to me, and all I wanted..." Crap, I'm going to cry and I don't want him to see me crying. "I just...I wanted...you..." I start blubbering like a dumb ass and his gaze softens.

  "I wanted you too, Taryn." He reaches up and wipes the tears from my cheek. "I want you now."

  I sniffle and look at him through a haze of tears. "Y-you do?"

  Manny laughs softly and pulls me into his arms. "Yeah, I do. I love you, Taryn. I was just really hurt that you didn't tell me the truth and then I over reacted. Because I was so fucking pissed about what Hayes did to you. And I took my anger out on you, and I'm so sorry."

  I cling to him, burying my face in his strong chest. "I'm sorry too. I wish none of it had happened."

  Manny gently lifts my face to his and brushes his lips over mine. "We can't change it, just like you said in your letter. It happened and no amount of getting pissed is going to unchange it. But we can move forward, together. Just like we'd planned."

  "Promise?"

  "Promise." He kisses me again, harder and longer and full of passion.

  He sits back on my lounge and pulls me into his lap and there we stay, wrapped up in each other's arms, my face snuggled into his neck, just loving each other like we're the only two people in the world.

  And in that moment, I think we truly are.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I'm rushing around, digging through my closet for the strappy flat sandals that go perfect with my short, summer dress. I love this dress. The minute I saw it on the rack at Macy's I had to have it. Manny likes it too, but not for the same reasons I do. I like the cute, summery print and the way the back is made up of all these little cords that fan across my bare back and come together at the neck. Manny just likes that the skirt comes up mid-thigh and how tight the bodice hugs my breasts. Perv.

  Finally, I find one sandal and then the other, on Manny's side of the big walk in closet. How it got there is anyone's guess. I grin, looking at my boyfriend's clothes, most hanging half off the hangers or tumbling from the built-in shelves, his shoes in a big pile in one corner. My messy guy. God, I love him.

  We've been living together for a year now, in this awesome three-bedroom apartment near the campus at Stanford. The first year at university had been hard. We both had to live in the dorms and we hated it. But at the beginning of our second year we were able to live off campus and Mom helped us find this cool place.

  Our bedroom is large and roomy, which is good because Manny insisted on buying the biggest bed I think I've ever seen. It dominates the room and we spend plenty of time in it. I smirk, my eyes glancing at the messed-up covers. I did make the bed this morning, but then when we started dressing for the birthday fiesta at Manny's parents' house for his dad and... well, let's just say the bed got messed up again!

  "Manny!" I call into the other room, hoping to hurry him along. No doubt he's either in the living room watching the game on our big screen TV (another Manny must have) or he's in the den working on his latest paper. I'm so proud of him, he's going to be the most incredible engineer in the world once he finishes college. I think he's doing better than I am with my psychology studies. But I have hope we'll both come out of Stanford with a degree and a wonderful future ahead. As long we head into that future together, I don't care what we end up doing.

  I get no answer from Manny so I yell again as I dig around in my jewelry box for the diamond stud earrings he gave me last Christmas.

  "Manual Ortez! Will you please get ready or we're going to be late!" I stomp down the hall, fastening my earrings as I go. "Your mom will blame me again and it's always you who holds us up!"

  He's not in the den, or the spare room so I continue into the living room and freeze.

  There are candles, everywhere. Lit candles, and the lights are turned down and there's a giant bouquet of roses in the center of the coffee table. And on one knee in front of me, wearing a goofy grin, is Manny.

  "Sorry, I know we'll be late for my Dad's party, but I think this time my mom will forgive us." He takes a small velvet box from his pocket and holding it out to me, slowly lifts the lid. "If you say yes, that is."

  My hands fly to my mouth and I tear up, laughing at the same time.

  "Manny! Oh my God!"

  He cocks his head at me. "Well?"

  I take a deep breath. "You didn't actually ask."

  He rolls his eyes but he's still grinning. "You can be so annoying, you know that?"

  I laugh and nod, waiting.

  "Taryn Bishop, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, whether it's long or short. Will you marry me"

  "YES!" I'm jumping up and down and I race over to him as he stands up. Then he slides the most beautiful diamond I've ever seen onto the ring finger of my left hand.

  "I love you so much!" I tell him, throwing my arms around his neck. He holds me close and nuzzles my neck and I keep staring at my finger over his shoulder.

  Manny pulls back and kisses me softly on the lips. Then his hands fall to my ass and he squeezes me.

  I laugh and push him away slightly. "Don't you want to get to the party so we can share the news?"

  He takes my hand with the ring and brushes his lips over my knuckles. "We can be late."

  I raise an eyebrow at him. "No, we can't. Besides, I want to tell everyone and then we can go by Mom and Ethan's and tell them. And we can call Dad and Steve."

  Manny lets his eyes slide down my body rakishly, tilting my head up with his hand cupping my cheek. "Or we can be late." He lowers his lips to my throat and slowly spreads feathery kisses across my skin.

  I feel my resistance start to fade, closing my eyes and pulling him closer. This man that I love, this man that I will spend the rest of my life loving.

  "Yes," I whisper against his smooth-shaven cheek. "We can be late."

  The End

  About The Author

  Brigid McMahon

  Brigid McMahon is the pen name for a writer who lives in the American Mid-west with her husband, three children, two German Shepherds and one insane, slightly psychotic cat. When not writing, she enjoys reading, researching, crafting and painting.

  Dear Reader

  Thank you so much for taking the time to read my book. I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please consider leaving me a thoughtful review on Amazon.com. As a self-published writer, your support and encouragement mean so much to me and help make it possible for me to share more of my stories

  Best Wishes,

  Brigid McMahon

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to my family for putting u
p with all my distracted, long hours of writing. And to my good friends who cheer me on and give me the courage to continue chasing my dream. You all rock!

 

 

 


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