Damn The Day I Met You

Chapter Twenty-Three

I grab my towel and wrap it around me before stepping out of the shower. Though even covered up I still screamed when I saw someone else in the bathroom. “Damn woman, it’s not like I haven’t seen anything before.”

“Toby! What the hell are you doing in here?! Get out!”

“Hey now, is that any way to treat your best friend?”

“Out.”

“Fine. But I just came in here to tell you that you love him.” I glare at him and pick up the closest item to me. Toby smirks and ducks out the door just as the hairbrush went flying. I quickly change and step out of the bathroom. Tristan was right—I did need a nice relaxing bath. Especially if I was going to deal with Toby’s hyper energy for the next 24 hours.

“So, how was it?” Toby asks once I step out of the bathroom.

I look at him confused, “how was what?”

“The sex of course! Make up sex is always the best.”

“I’m still as virgin as ever thank you very much.”

He jumps onto the bed and bounces a few times, “yeah, yeah, waiting until marriage. I guess I forgot.”

I glare at him and take a seat opposite on the bed, “not until marriage. But it needs to be with the right guy.”

“Right. Like a guy who takes you to a vineyard, and to France. A guy who doesn’t care about your money, lifestyle, or crazy-ass family. A guy who works hard, loves his sister, and takes you in when you have no home. A guy who waits-”

I slap his shoulder, “I get it! God, everyone makes it seems like he’s so perfect. He really isn’t that amazing.”

“Oh really?” Toby challenges, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes really. He’s a jerk for one, doesn’t trust easily, he lied to me, wrote lame-ass letters instead of facing me, wouldn’t let me out of the house, beat Zach up when I asked him not to, not to mention he has a crazy family.” Toby was staring at me like I was insane or stupid, or both. “What?”

“He wrote letters?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did.”

“No. I didn’t Toby.”

“He totally wrote you love letters!”

“No he didn’t.”

“He so did. Where are they? Did you pack them? You had to have packed them. Did you read them? Well that’s a stupid question of course you did, you know what they were. Was it all begging and lovey-dovey? Where are they again?” His questions were coming out so fast I could barely catch on. Along with that he was shuffling around the room attempting find a bag or something with them in it. “Katie! You’re being so unfair!”

I laugh really hard as Toby acts like a two year old throwing a tantrum. “Hey, you’re the one who didn’t give me time to answer the questions. Though I still deny they exist.”

He rolls his eyes, definitely knowing at this point that I’m lying. “They exist, now what do they say?”

Giving in, I cross my legs and get comfortable on the bed. Toby does the same so that we’re facing each other. “A lot of it had to do with him apologizing and telling me he missed me. He then went into a brief description as to why he had to say ‘no’ to me that day and why we broke up. At the end he would write about how he wanted to meet face to face to talk about things, but then the next letter would have more detail. I didn’t finish all of them. I got to the point where he was talking about his mother and, well, that’s when everything happened. I didn’t finish the letter, or the one’s following it.”