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Tay and I have talked for only a week. One week. And I realized that I'm gonna move in with her. In Houston.
I was currently at the airport, waiting for her to pick me up. It didn't feel real. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I was doing the right thing. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
It was a blur of late-night phone calls, messages full of sarcasm and jokes, and a couple of deep conversations that were somehow too intimate for someone I'd barely met.
But there was something about Tay. She didn't push. She didn't rush. She didn't ask too many questions. She just listened, and when I spoke, I felt like my words meant something. We talked a lot at the bar, and I knew that this is what I needed. No relationships, just a genuine ass person.
I was ready for that.
Now here I am, halfway across the country from everything I knew, waiting for her to pull up in her car. I could feel the ache in my chest. The remnants of what I'd left behind.
Marriel. Leeanna.
The life I had spent years building, only to watch it crumble like it was nothing more than sand slipping through my fingers. But that was the past.
And if I was going to rebuild, I had to move forward. I pulled my hoodie tighter around me, trying to block out the biting chill of the airport air conditioning. The glass doors slid open, and for a moment, I thought I saw her
Tay's familiar figure stepping through the crowd—but it was just some random woman on her phone. I sighed and looked at the time.
15 minutes.
I wondered if I was crazy. Maybe I was rushing into something I didn't fully understand. A week of texting doesn't really mean that much, right? But still, in that brief time, Tay had somehow wormed her way into my thoughts.
I wasn't thinking about Marriel or Leanna, and that was a damn relief.
The sound of a horn pulling me out of my head, and I looked up to see Tay's car pulling up in front of the curb. The window rolled down, and I could see her face
Exactly how I remembered it, warm but with a little hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Yo, you look lost," she said with a grin, glancing at me from behind her shades. "You sure about this whole moving-to-Houston thing?"
I felt that old anxiety start to creep in, but I brushed it off. "Well, I'm here, aren't I?"
She laughed, the sound low and genuine, like it was just another thing we shared. I felt a little lighter, maybe a little less sure, but definitely a little less alone.
"I'm just sayin'," she said, her voice softening slightly. "I've got a spare room, but you're not gonna be able to come and go as you please. I'm nosy as hell. You good with that?"
