"You what? When?"

His tone wasn't angry. It was more surprised than anything. I didn't blame him for that.

"It was the night I found the text messages, actually." When he opened his mouth to say something, I held up my hand to stop him.

"I have a lot to tell you, Logan." I took a deep breath. "I've been in love with Wyatt since we were teens."

His eyes went wide and I got to my feet. I started pacing around the room. I was too anxious to sit down right now.

"Prom night is the first time something happened. My date took me to a hotel and I realized he was trying to use me. So, I called Wyatt to come get me."

"I'm sorry, Amelia."

I glanced over at him. I knew he was talking about what happened with. My date. I looked away and continued my story.

"So Wyatt came right away. He comforted me. Then it just...happened."

"You slept together?"

I didn't look at him when I nodded. I remembered every detail about that night. How could I not? I knew I felt something for Wyatt before it happened. There was no more trying to convince myself I didn't love him afterwards.

"We didn't bring it up after it happened. I was scared. Maybe he was, too. Then at the graduation party, I told him I loved him."

Even I heard the pain in my voice at the memory.

"Can I tell you a secret?" 

I couldn't hide my smile. Telling secrets was something we've done for over a decade. It was our little quirk. "Yes, please." 

"I'm a little drunk, too." 

I covered my mouth as I laughed and drank the rest of my champagne. "I guess we both needed a little social lubricant today." He was standing next to me and I noticed his collar was folded. "Wyatt, your collar is messed up. Turn towards me." 

When he did, I straightened it and smoothed the edges. I felt his eyes on me and I glanced up at him. My hands stilled on his chest and I could feel his fast heartbeat. Now. This was my moment. I needed to tell him. 

He cupped the side of my face and stroked my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in to kiss me. Just as I felt his lips brush mine..."I love you." 

He pulled away from me as if I struck him and my hands fell to my sides. "What?" 

My voice was shaky and soft. "I-- I do, Wyatt. I love you." He didn't do anything but stare at me. I couldn't read his expression to tell what he was feeling or thinking. "Wyatt, please say something." 

"You don't know what you mean, Lia. You've been drinking." 

Okayyyyyy. Now, I was a little pissed. "I had one glass of champagne, Wyatt. Besides, I'm pretty sure I know what I feel." 

"Lia, you can't love me." 

Why did he sound so sure? Why was he acting like this? It wasn't like him at all. "Why not? Tell me." 

"Because we're friends. Best friends. It's not going to happen." 

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Then how come at prom you--"

"That was a mistake, Lia. Trust me on this." I remained silent and he added. "Besides, I'm going to UCLA for school." 

Panic coursed through me. "What did you say?" 

He kept his expression blank, cold. So very not Wyatt. "I think it's best for me. They have a great music program there, Amelia." 

What surprised me most was the fact that he called me Amelia. I know he did it on purpose to push me away. Well, he succeeded. He must have realized it, too. He tried reaching out to me and I stepped out of his reach. 

"Lia-"

"Good luck at UCLA, Wyatt." Then I turned around and walked back to the party. 

"So, that's why he went?" Logan crossed his arms over his chest. "I always wondered. He never mentioned he wanted to go UCLA. What happened next?"

"I thought it was all in my head. Maybe he didn't have feelings for me. After a few months, the awkwardness went away and we were Lia and Wyatt again." I brushed my hair back. "I tried to date, but it just never felt right. Then I realized I needed to make myself move on if I wanted to be happy."

Logan leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Then I asked you out."

"Then you asked me out." I laughed a little. "I guess we were both trying to stop pining after lost loves, weren't we?"

Logan seemed uncomfortable with what I said. He ignored my question. "So when you found the texts, that's the next time something happened?"

Guilt shot through me. "No. When you proposed...Wyatt asked me to go for a walk. He- he kissed me. Then the next day, after our boat ride, he wanted to talk. He told me that he had felt the same way about me this whole time. Even at the graduation party."

"He loves you?"

My chest tightened. "I don't know. He never said that. But I know he has feelings for me. But anyway, that night we got a little carried away and we fooled around. Then we both agreed not to let anything happen because you and I were engaged. And I do love you, Logan. I didn't want to do that to you. I felt horrible."

I waited while he digested everything. Even though I felt a little better that he knee the truth, I still felt guilty.

He looked up at me with a side smile. "I don't think we're getting married, are we?"

I returned his smile. "No, Logan. We're not."

"It's probably for the best," he said quietly. "I'm not mad at you for loving my brother, Amelia."

"I'm not mad at you either."

"Are you guys going to start a relationship?"

I let out a long breath. "I don't know. I still have my own personal issues with Wyatt." I met his stare. "Are you going to give it a shot with Grant?"

He looked away. "No. Whatever it was...its over now. He said that was it. I don't blame him."

"I'm sorry, Logan. Maybe it'll work out." From what I witnessed and the story he told me, it seemed they had strong feelings for each other. 

He didn't say anything more about Grant or his intentions. "What are we going to do about this, Amelia?" 

I shrugged a shoulder. "We have to tell your parents the wedding is off." It was the only option. 

Logan's face was guarded. "What are we supposed to tell them?" 

My brows drew together. "The truth?" I meant it as a statement. But it came out as a question. We had to tell them the truth. That Logan preferred men and that I was in love with Logan. I might be unsure about my intentions with Wyatt, but I didn't intend to stop being intimate with him. Eventually, I did want a real relationship with him. And most importantly, I didn't want to hide this anymore. Not from anyone. 

"The truth?" Logan asked incredulously. He got to his feet and ran his hands threw his hair. "What would that be? Even I don't know what the truth is."

"You don't love me, Logan. Not like you wish you did." My voice was low and steady. I knew this was hard for him, but he needed to face the truth. "You're gay, Logan." 

"No, I'm not. I just--" His voice cut off on a sob and he turned away from me. 

I walked up behind him and rested my hand on his shoulder. "I can only imagine what this is like for you. But I know for a fact that your family, even your dad, will accept you. You need to accept yourself. You'll feel so much better." 

He turned and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Can you do something for me, Amelia?" 

"Of course."

He pulled away from me. I could tell he was trying really hard to keep his emotions in check. "I need a little time. I need to...go away for a little while. Figure stuff out."

I knew what he was asking. "You want me to keep pretending we're engaged, don't you?" 

"Please. I promise you I will tell them everything." 

I thought about it for a moment. I knew what he was dealing with-- trying to accept himself-- wasn't an easy thing. A little time was something I felt I could give him. 

"How long?" 

"A week?"

I ran my hand over my face. "A week? Um, okay. But I need to tell Wyatt something. He knows I was talking to you today."

"You can't tell him about me, Amelia. I need to do it. When I'm ready."

"What am I supposed to say to him, Logan?"

He started walking to the door. Just as he was getting ready to walk out of my apartment, he turned to me. "I know you'll think of something. Thank you, Amelia." 

I stared at the door for countless minutes. What the hell was I going to say to--

My cellphone went off and I knew who it was already. "Hello?" I said into the receiver. 

"Hey, baby." Wyatt's voice sent chills down my spine. He started calling me 'baby' very recently. I didn't mention it. But I loved the way it sounded. "Lia? Did I lose you?"

"No," I answered. "No, I'm here." 

"How did it go?"

I thought about what Logan said and closed my eyes tight. I couldn't lie to Wyatt. But I couldn't tell him the whole truth either.

"Can you come over? We need to talk." 

"Of course. I'm on my way." 

I hung up the phone and fell back onto my plush sofa. Well, here goes everything.