The Summer Proposal

“You made a mistake?” I don’t know why, but his word choice pissed me off. Mistake. It was just so cavalier. I shook my head. “No. A mistake is when you eat the salmon even though it looked a little funny and then you’re sick the next day. A mistake is when you read the SparkNotes rather than the actual book and then show up for the test and can’t answer a single question. A mistake is not when you tell the woman you proposed to that you’re moving to Europe and want to sleep with other people. That’s a choice.”

Gabriel held up his hands. “Okay. Okay. I get it. It was a poor choice of words. I’ve made some bad decisions. But I’m here, and I want to make all my wrongs right.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

I shook my head. “No, why now?”

Gabriel dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. Because I’m stubborn, and it took me this long to pull my head out of my ass.”

I felt my face heat. “Bullshit, Gabriel. You’re here because of Max. It was okay for you to sleep around and date other people. But as soon as you found out I’m seeing someone, suddenly you change your mind.”

At least he had the decency to look ashamed.

Gabriel shook his head, looking down. “Maybe. Maybe that’s what ultimately woke me up. But does the reason really matter?” He lifted his gaze. “Sometimes it takes losing what you have to realize how much it means to you.”

“I think it’s more like you knew exactly what you had, but you never thought you’d actually lose it.”

Gabriel swallowed. “Have I? Have I lost you already?”

I wasn’t sure of the answer to that question anymore. “Are you back from London for good?”

He shook his head. “I signed a contract for the entire year. I can’t just up and leave before December.”

“So what’s changed then?”

“I have. I’m committed to you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re all I want. All I need. You have my word that I will be faithful.”

“Even if I keep seeing other people?”

Gabriel’s spine straightened. He blinked a few times. “Is that what you want?”

I wasn’t sure I knew up from down at the moment, but I didn’t feel like just giving in. I shook my head. “I don’t know what I want, Gabriel.”

He let out a jagged breath. “God, I really screwed up.”

The waitress came with our salads. Both of us were quiet long after she left, neither touching our food. My head was way too much of a jumbled mess to eat, let alone understand where this left me.

Gabriel’s voice was low when he spoke again. “Are you in love with him?”

That question made me feel like throwing up. It made me realize how far in I’d gotten with Max.

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

For the next half hour, I pushed my food around my plate with my fork. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t think straight. It was hard to even hear over the thoughts swirling in my head. Gabriel tried to make small talk, but when they came to take our plates, I couldn’t have told you one thing we’d spoken about.

“I’m flying out on the redeye tonight. Today was a public holiday in England, so the university is closed, but I need to make it back by the time class starts tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Do you think we could have dinner tonight?”

I felt a little bad that he’d come all this way, but I shook my head. “I need some time to absorb everything.”

He tried to force a smile as he nodded, but failed miserably. After he paid the check, we stood outside the restaurant awkwardly.

Gabriel took my hand. “I need to say a few more things, because they need to be said in person, and I’m not sure when we’ll see each other again.”

“Okay…”

“I was lost for a while. Losing Jason, finding out my parents weren’t my parents, finally getting my book published only to realize I don’t have what it takes—even watching your career take off like a rocket. I let it all make me feel unworthy, and I sought validation from the wrong places—a new job, dating again, even moving to another country. I was ashamed of who I was, but also afraid to let you know what I was feeling. I never stopped loving you, Georgia. I just hated myself more.” His eyes brimmed with tears, and I had to swallow to keep my own at bay.

I squeezed his hand. None of that made me feel any better. “I’m sorry I didn’t see how much you were hurting.”

“It’s not your fault. I hid it behind my big ego pretty well.” He forced a smile. “Would it be okay to hug you goodbye?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

Gabriel held me tight for a long time before letting go. I could feel his reluctance to leave, and it reminded me how I’d felt saying goodbye to him before he left for London.