HEATHER | r.bowen✔️

HEATHER | chapter 24

"Ricky?"

When Taylor walked back into her bedroom, a towel in her hand as she still was drying her hair she did not expect to find Ricky sitting on her bed.

"Taylor." He says back, looking away from his phone.

"What, uh what are you doing here?" For some reason she is getting nervous. Does he know? But how could he? From the texts he sended he had no clue who he hooked up with.

"I found," He reaches behind him, grabbing something. "This in my room."

She frowns, not recognizing the item from here and walks closer, taking it from him.

Shit. No, she should have realized just leaving it somewhere in his room was a bad idea.

Cause currently in her hand is the the top she couldn't find earlier today.

"Oh.." She whispers, not knowing what else she could say.

"Why didn't you say anything when I texted?" Ricky asks.

Why didn't she? Because she was scared of rejection. "I'm not sure. I just panicked and left."

He sighs softly. "I get that, yeah."

"I'm sorry, about not saying anything and that I just left, and that it happened in fhe first place." She feels the need to apologize.

He shakes his head. "I don't mind that it happened." Ricky admits.

Taylor looks at him, confusion clear in her eyes. Because what does he mean with that? Wasn't he totally obsessed with Nini just a month ago?

"You don't?" The blonde whispers.

"I don't." He repeats. "Just wished I actually could remember anything."

She lets out a shaky breath. "Yeah, I feel you on that." She did remember a bit more, but only because she looked at her private twitter.

She made atleast ten tweets about how they kissed, and how after that he apparently said she had gotten better.

"You don't remember it aswell?" He asks, Ricky had hoped she still remembered it.

"Only from the party." She admits.

"What happened at the party?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"You called 13 year old me a bad kissed." She says bluntly.

His eyes widden. "It wasn't even a bad kiss!"

"You said I gotten better." She shrugs her shoulders. "If that makes you feel any better."

"We kissed again?"

She rolls her eyes. "No, we just had sex with no kissing involved."

Ricky purses his lips. "Right."

Taylor slowly moves to sit down next to him, creating a space between them that she normally wouldn't have done.

She decides to just play with the fabric of her shirt that she still has in her hands.

"Do you regret it?" Ricky softly asks.

"Yeah." She admits. "If it was when we were sober? No. Do you?"

"Same thing as you i guess." He whispers.

She was so prepared for him to say he regrets it, but he doesn't?

"I guess I was waiting for something to happen since the tree house kiss." Ricky admits.

Her eyes widden, he has been waiting too? "What about Nini?"

"I mean, she was pretty. That's it." He states. "I just never felt for her what I felt for you."

"And what's that?"

He chuckles. "What that is? God, to summon it up love. I never loved her. Hell I'm not even sure I ever had romantic feelings for her. But I had them for you since I was like eleven. You know I love you, I haven't exactly been quiet about that, you just thought I didn't mean it that way."

Finally she turns her head to look at him. "You love me? Like not as friends but more?"

He nods his head. "I do. I love you Taylor."

She smiles softly at him. "I love you too, Richard Michael Bowen."

He smiles. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She comfirms before grabbing his face and leaning in for a kiss.

"You infact did get better." He grins as they pull away from each other.

"Asshole." She says while giggling, because she just probably had the best moment of her life. How can she be anything but happy?

"Maybe we should have a repeat of last night, you know so this time we can remember it."

"Maybe we should."