“Hey,” she said gently.
He looked up. “He wasn’t my best friend, but he was a good man. A better soldier than me, that’s for sure. We were partners, you know? He had my back, I had his.” Peter looked around again, twitching at the sound of a door closing. No one interrupted, so he continued, breathing through his nostrils, trying to calm himself. “I met his mother at the airport in Maine. What is she going to do now?”
“Oh, Peter.”
Before she realized what she was doing, Kelsey was touching the screen, brushing her fingers on his shoulders, his hands, as if he could feel her.
She lost all desire to push him away. She wished she was next to him again, as she had wished so many times since she had left him in Paris, and now, he needed a friend more than ever. He needed her. And unless she intended to mope in her room for the foreseeable future, she needed him, too.
Peter looked up, noticed her hand on the screen, and put his fingers where hers might be. After that, he simply stared at her, his shoulders straight again, his mouth hard.
Kelsey grew nervous. She was suddenly aware of her unwashed hair and potato chip–stained shirt.
“I have a lot of… feelings for you,” Peter said, and he paused, embarrassed. “And I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you. I thought I loved you from the moment I met you, but I wasn’t sure. I was worried when I went overseas. But after seeing you in Paris… the way you were. The way we were together. Your, you know, your terrible jokes. When we were at Notre Dame, the way you looked at the building, like it was the first time anybody had ever seen it. When we danced at the bar. Sorry, I’m thinking out loud here. But I know. I know now.”
He paused.
“I love you.”
As she listened, Kelsey realized he was talking about her. He wasn’t talking about Michelle, or the combination of the two of them she had made, he was talking about Kelsey. Kelsey dancing, Kelsey telling bad jokes, Kelsey as he knew her, and, for the past five months, as she knew herself.
Peter waited, poised, and the fact that he could have been taken with Sam, taken at any moment, sank into the quiet.
She heard herself say it before she knew the words were out. “I love you, too.”
Immediately, she realized it was true.
And she knew she would have to do what she set out to do, but she would have to do it as herself.
She would have to let go of Michelle for good, and she would have to trust that their love could survive it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Kelsey, on her way through the University of Kansas campus, was trying not to skip. She passed students on the narrow sidewalk, grass now erupting on either side of the cement, though she could still see her breath in the air. Kansas weather had a reputation for being a bit schizophrenic. Kelsey fit right in.
She caught the students’ eyes, smiling at engineering majors bent under their backpacks, nodding hello to the football players who loitered outside the union, gliding past gaggles of bleached-blonde girls who shivered in short skirts, desperate for the state’s first bit of sun.
They all stared back. Maybe they were curious about the spring in Kelsey’s step, her unfettered air of joy, or maybe they were just looking at her pajamas. It was the day after she had spoken to Peter, but Kelsey still hadn’t changed out of her barbecue dust–streaked tank top and sweatpants.
She didn’t care. She was in love.
Kelsey climbed the streets of Mount Oread to Delta Sigma, where Davis was waiting for her on the front porch, comfortably lounging in a wicker chair between the white columns, like an old Southern gentleman.
As she approached him on the green lawn, Kelsey took a moment to appreciate his long, thin legs splayed out, wearing loafers and no socks, eyes behind Ray-Bans. He took a hand from around a bottle of Gatorade to wave.
She would miss him.
“I thought you’d never come,” he said, enfolding her in a hug and kissing the top of her head. “I thought you might have gone to Boca Raton by now, dancing on tables with your girlfriends.”
Kelsey let out a “ha!” at the ridiculous image. “I wouldn’t get on top of a table right now if somebody paid me.”
“Oh, you,” Davis said as they sat down on the porch steps. “Still on your parents’ dime. Fraternity dues are expensive. Baby, I’d grind on a church altar if someone paid me.”
Kelsey rolled her eyes. “No one would pay you to grind on anything.”
Davis laughed, draining the last of his drink. They sat in familiar silence, except for the distant sound of two of Davis’s frat brothers screaming at each other about a video game. On the lawn of a neighboring frat, two guys in pinnies threw a Frisbee back and forth, trying to avoid beer cans scattered everywhere. What a cartoon world.
What a foreign, flat world, even compared to the simplest of exchanges with Peter through a screen. Kelsey smiled to herself. The thought of Peter made her feel strong, free. She took a deep breath, and blew it out, fortifying herself.
“So,” Davis said, nudging her shoulder with his. “What’s it going to be?”
Kelsey looked at him, taking in the square-jawed face she had been kissing and yelling at and talking to for the past three years. They had barely spoken in several weeks, and now, there was a wall between them. They both knew what was about to happen, but to soften the blow, she said, “What do you mean?”
Davis’s jaw clenched. “C’mon, Kels. Your text said, ‘We need to talk.’”
“Yeah,” she said, looking at her nails. “We do.”
“So, talk,” Davis said, and for the first time in a while, Kelsey saw hurt cross his face.
Her chest tightened. “I think I’ve changed. And you’ve changed.”
“I think you’re mistaken,” Davis said. “I’m still the same person. I’m a pretty simple guy. The guy who loves you and supports you.”
“Well, we’ve changed, then. The way you and I are,” Kelsey said, putting a hand on his knee. It stiffened underneath her hand.
“I’m not going to deny that,” he said, pushing his sunglasses up his nose.
“We’ve drifted apart.”
Davis shrugged. “A few miles, across the city.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” Davis said, and tipped back the bottle, though it was now empty. He shook it. “You don’t think I can be serious, but I can.”
Kelsey could feel herself grimace. Someone from inside the frat house had started playing a rap song. The bass bumped, vibrating the wood beneath them.
“You’re pushing me away,” Davis said. “You’ve been pushing me away since Michelle died.”
Kelsey said nothing, knowing it was true. He rarely spoke so plainly. He had been thinking about the two of them, just as she had.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this,” she said.
“But it doesn’t!” he said, laughing but angry, incredulous. “We’ve grown together before. We’ve gone through stuff. We were kids when we met.”
Kelsey almost smiled, the memory swelling inside her. “You had just gotten your braces off,” she said quietly. “Everyone thought you were so hot and cool and funny. And I was the one to get you. I was so proud.”
He stood up. “I’m still proud.”
Kelsey stood with him. “Davis—” she began.
“So it’s over?” he said quickly, stretching, trying to be as casual as he could be, though his jaw was still tight.
Kelsey nodded. “It’s over.”
Davis forced himself to smile down on her. “For now.” Then he clapped his hands, rubbing them together, like he did before a game or a night out.