Chapter 53
Chapter fifty-three
Maverick
It’s been two days. Two whole fucking days with limited contact and I’m already driving myself nuts. Izzy sent me a short text letting me know she was going to the ranch with Via and Ander for Thanksgiving, and that’s the last I heard from her.
The thoughts of doubt plague my mind. What if she’s with Jett? What if she chooses to leave me for him? Or what if she just leaves me, period? What if I’m not what she wants anymore? Does she even know what she wants? I don’t think she does.
She asked for space. What the fuck could that even mean? Hell, at this point, it may be necessary, and I might need it too. But us leaving off on unsteady terms, it doesn’t feel right. None of it does.
I’ve tried everything I can possibly think of to make this work. I’m at a complete loss of what to do from here. Maybe time apart, time to miss each other, is what we both need.
I know what I want. I’ve made it as clear as one could possibly make it. However, it seems like the clearer I make my stance on wanting to move forward with her, the more unclear her feelings for me become. I don’t even know what to do with that information.
I hate feeling like I don’t know where we stand or where we’re headed. It makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
It’s Thanksgiving Day. A day I’m supposed to reflect on all I’m thankful for in my life. Yet, the only thing that comes to mind effortlessly is her.
“What are you doing, Mav?” I mumble to myself, my murmur filling the quiet of my bedroom.
I can’t do this. I can’t stay here and just let things remain questionable between us. I have got to fix this.
Through my life, I’ve learned that if something is worth it, you work hard for it.
You fight for what you want. I want her, and I know that doesn’t come easily.
But I don’t want easy, I want Izzy. I don’t know if I can just coast idly by and hope for the best. I’m willing to do whatever I have to in order to make this work.
I make quick work of packing a bag, rush to my truck, and drive to the nearest grocery store. I get the prettiest flowers I’m able to find. It’s a small gesture, but it’s all I can come up with on a whim. Besides, the object in my pocket is already burning a hole in it.
Not today, Maverick, not now. It isn’t time.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after. Who knows? When I get to Ander’s family's ranch to see her, maybe the answer will become clear.
My mind is set, my heart is hopeful, and I am determined… I’ll fix this. I’ll get her to see what we have and get us back to where we once were—so we can move forward and become exactly what I know we were always meant to be.
After all, she’s my mystery girl. She’s the one who crossed my path multiple times. The one I couldn’t ignore.
It took me a while to believe in fate. The universe would be cruel to bring us to where we are now if we aren’t meant to be forever.
We are, though. We will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.