“It’s beenthree weeks since you left San Diego,” Wes notes, perched on my kitchen counter and eating the cheese as I cut it up.
“I’m well aware.”
He lifts an eyebrow, giving methe look. It always signals that I’m about to get a stern talking to.
“Okay, I guess I have to be direct. You have feelings for Tigo.”
“And? What does it matter? He lives in San Diego. I live here.”
“Right. No one in the history of the world has ever relocated.”
“Relocate? Are you nuts? Tigo and I shared a wonderful weekend together, but it’s not serious enough to move.”
“Could it be if you spent more time together?”
“I don’t know.” I pause cutting the cheese, resting the knife on the cutting board. “What am I supposed to do? Just give up my apartment and drive to California in the hopes he wants a relationship with me?”
“Basically, yes.”
I shake my head, resuming my task. “He was clear he wasn’t looking for that.”
“No. To hear you tell it, he was clear he didn’t want to do anything long distance. This wouldn’t be that.”
I focus on the cheese, replaying the parting conversation in my head.
If you’re ever back in San Diego, you know where to find me.
“It wasn’t an invitation.”
“What about the part where he suggested you move there?”
“You can’t trust anything a man says right after he nuts. He never brought it up again.”
Wes slides off the counter, putting his hand on my back. “Babe, listen. You sounded different after that weekend. Happy. Not at all like you sounded with your ex. Isn’t the potential foreven more happiness worth moving one state over? You said you loved the city. You work from home. What’s stopping you?”
“What if it was just a…?” I shrug. “A moment in time. What if I get there, and he thinks it’s weird? What if he’s met someone else already? What if he only planned to hook up with me for the weekend?”
“Do you really believe that?”
My heart says no, but my brain isn’t sure my heart can be trusted.
“How many times did you feel that niggle of doubt in your last relationship? The voice that questioned his commitment to you?”
That one hurts. More times than I want to admit, even to myself.
“You told me yourself that Tigo seemed like the most authentic person you ever met. You never used a word like that to describe Dipshit.”
“True.”
“I’ll remind you too that Tigo has made contact. You watch movies together, for fuck’s sake, and he tells you funny stories about the resort. Does that sound like a weekend fling to you?”
“Is this a campaign to get rid of me?”
Wes laughs. “No. It’ll suck for me if you move, but what kind of bestie would I be if I didn’t encourage you to chase love? I hated how Kyle started treating you, and even though I don’t know Tigo, I know you extremely well. The way you talk about him makes me hope you’ve finally found your prince. He can’t move, but you can.”
I consider what Wes is saying as I lean on the counter. Could I really just pack up my shit and move to San Diego in the hopes of a relationship working out with Tigo? As insane as it sounds, it’s far more appealing than skulking around this apartment replaying my time with him.
“Fuck. I think I’m gonna do it.”