𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 // (𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Part 55

I haven't heard from Jere for a little while.

That is until I hear a knock on the door.

"Y/N, i'm so happy to see you." He says when he sees me, he ignores Belly and Taylor.

"No, no thank you." I go straight up to my room but he follows me.

"Y/N please, can we just talk?"

He slams my door.

Seeing his face brings all the hurt back.

"Fine," I sit on my bed. "Talk."

He takes in a deep breath and prepares what he will say.

"Y/N, I love you so much, and what happened,"

"You having sex with Lacie Barone."

"Yeah, it was a mistake, I shouldn't have done that, ever, I didn't want to hurt you, you're mine, my y/n."

"Jere, I just don't know if we can come back from this."

"We can, we can."

"But I don't trust you." I yell.

"We can rebuild your trust, together."

"Jeremiah," I sigh.

"Before you finish that sentence, let me just say, I haven't loved someone before like I love you," He slowly goes down into a kneeling position and reaches into his pocket. "Will you marry me?"

He holds out a plain gold ring.

"Please."

"Are you kidding me?"

"What? Y/N, I love you, please."

"You cheat on me and to make up for it you propose?"

"I bought this ring at the beginning of the year."

I stand there in shock, not knowing what to say.

"I've been planning this since Christmas."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Jere I love you but, you should've told me about Milan, you shouldn't have done it in the first place."

"I know, I should've told you, I shouldn't have done it. We've both made mistakes but I love you y/n, marry me, please."

Both?

"Jere, I just, I don't know, I'm not sure if I can trust you again."

"You can, you will, we can do this together, me and you."

That feeling, that feeling only Jere gives me washes over me.

"Okay, I'll marry you."

He stands up and kisses me, I kiss him back.

"But we can't tell the others yet, let's wait until that big dinner with everyone, yeah?"

"Sure." He smiles and kisses me once more.

We fall asleep together in my bed.

~~

I don't hangout with Conrad much at all during our stay in Cousins, he goes out and does his own things, I do mine, but everyday, he cooks me breakfast, and dinner.

We don't always speak about it, I don't ask for it, but he cooks me and him a plate of breakfast and dinner everyday.

His cooking has gotten really good since he's been at Stanford, much better than before, he cooks like Susannah.

We don't really talk too much, I don't see him too much, but there are certain times where we spend a little chunk of time together, wether we chose to or not.

The second morning, I get a terrible feeling that he's already left, I don't know why. I run from the living room, through the kitchen to the staircase and grab the banister, I put one foot on the first step but as I place the other on the second it gets caught in my pyjama bottoms, and I fly backwards, slamming my back hard on the wooden floor.

I turn my head to face the wall but apart from that I can't move. I lay there with tears in my eyes, completely silent.

Conrad's head pops up and I turn my head back again.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Leave me alone." I mumble, trying to blink my tears away.

"Are you hurt? Can you move?"

"I thought you'd left."

"Well, I'm still here," He kneels down next to me. "Let me try and lift you."

"No, I'm too heavy." I chuckle trying to hide my embarrassment.

"No you're not," He lays down next to my, in my same position. "How bad is the pain of you has to rate it from 1-10?"

"1000." I reply instantly.

"Did you just hit your back?"

"Yeah," I lie.

"You sure?"

"Yes..."

"I think you're lying." He sounds worried.

"I'm not." Even I can tell have teary my voice is.

"That was a bad fall you took, like when stupid characters in cartoons shows slip on banana peels."

"Are you calling me stupid?" I look over at him.

I can tell that he's trying to stay serious, but the corners of his mouth keep turning up.

He looks at me and we both burst out laughing, and it makes my back and head throb even worse, that I stop laughing and mutter an 'ow'.

"I'm gonna pick you up."

He places his left arm under my arms and his right under my knees, and lifts me up.

"You're so light, don't know what you mean by 'heavy'."

He puts me down on the couch gently, and gives me shoulder a very soft squeeze.

He props up my head with a pillow and says, "I'm gonna go get you some Advil, that'll help the pain a bit."

In that moment I look up at him, and get a feeling, a thought, a thought I haven't let myself think about for two years.

Oh god, I still love you.

All this time I've known it, secretly.

'I don't want to see me, I wanna be trapped in you'