Becoming Mrs. Seguin

Chapter 32- Confession

"The pilot has turned on the seatbelt sign. Everyone please return to their seats in preparation for landing."

My eyes slowly blinked open after hearing the flight attendant's announcement and I stared out the window. Downtown Boston's magnificent lights illuminated the night sky. I remembered when I first moved here for college and how hard it was to leave Minnesota. But now, Boston had become a city very close to my heart.

The moment I stepped into the airport, a wave of emotions flooded over me as I realized where I was. American Airlines Gate B7. Nearly three years ago, I met Tyler Seguin for the very first time at this same exact gate. I looked towards my right at the seats we had sat in while waiting for our flight that winter day. It's crazy how much has happened since then.

As soon as I got downstairs, I recognized Damon in the crowd of people standing at the baggage claim area. A huge smile formed on his face the second our eyes made contact. He immediately weaved his way through everyone and headed towards me.

"Damon!", I said happily, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Wow, you sure seem happy to see me," he remarked with a bemused expression, returning my embrace.

"Why wouldn't I be? I mean, it's been three months since I last saw my best friend," I replied with a smile.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, Christine."

"I know, I have that effect on guys," I joked.

Damon laughed and offered to carry my suitcase as we strolled out to his car. It was a beautiful, starry night, with the sounds of the beach waves crashing in the distance. I asked Damon if he had anything to eat yet and he said no, so we decided to drive downtown for dinner.

During the course of our meal, we mostly talked about our summer. Damon told me that he spent a month in New York with his father and another with his mother in Pennsylvania. They had been separated ever since he was twelve. It sure must've been rough for him and his brother. Lucky for me, my parents were living happily together.

"My dad let me help out with his business while I was there. It was pretty cool," Damon shared.

"I bet. Is your brother going to manage it with you once he graduates also?"

"No, Ryan wants to be a heart surgeon. He says that anything related to finance gives him headaches. Anyways, enough about me. Did anything interesting happen to you this summer?", he asked, sitting back in his chair.

"Now that you mention it, yes. I ran into my high school ex back in June," I replied.

"Did you guys hang out?"

"Not really. He just said I deserved a good guy, one that wouldn't hurt me like he did. I swear, he could easily make all of his exes crawl back to him just by flashing them a smile or something."

"That's probably why you dated him in the first place."

"Yeah. So, did you hook up with any girls in New York?", I asked with a mischievous look on my face.

Damon was totally caught off guard by my question and choked on his drink, coughing uncontrollably. I had no idea he'd react like this.

"Oh my god, are you ok?", I panicked, immediately rushing to his side.

"I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting you to ask me that," he said, struggling to catch his breath. "And no, I didn't hook up with anyone."

"Why not? Isn't that what all college guys do?"

Damon's eyes met mine and I swear I saw a hint of sadness in them. But then he became angry all of a sudden.

"So you think that I'm just some guy that goes around having one-night stands for the thrill of it?"