Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake #3) Read Free

but, like always, part of my mind was thinking about a certain brunette with a smart mouth who was currently sitting in her own class. Hopefully thinking about me. Sometimes I sent her little sexy texts during the day to make sure she was.
    Taylor’s and my schedules didn’t match up for lunch, so I hung out with Summer. Mase stopped by to grab a sandwich and stuff it in his face before waving and heading off to his next business class.
    “There is a lot of good DNA in your family,” Summer said as he left. “I mean, if I was even a little bit bisexual…” I laughed as her eyes slid from Mase to a tall blonde wearing high-heeled boots that walked in the opposite direction.
    “Sorry,” I said, chuckling a little as she glared at me.
    “Whatever.” She glowered down into her bowl of soup.
    “Hey, you’re going to find someone. You should hang out with my crew. Love can be contagious sometimes.” It was true that everyone who lived at Yellowfield House had managed to find someone who was their match. Renee was always looking for a new “project” to work on. Right now it was Jos’ friend Hannah. Brett, the guy she liked, was obviously interested, but Hannah didn’t seem to want to give him a chance, no matter how hard he tried. I knew all about that. I’d never worked so hard at anything when I was trying to get Taylor.
    “Hanging out with a bunch of people who are all coupled up? No, thank you.” She picked up her tray and went to toss it. Summer’s personality was intense, in both a good and a bad way. Still, I didn’t think she’d have any problems snagging the right girl. There was just something about her that made you want to be around her.
    After my classes got done for the day, I headed to the library to squeeze in a few hours of work. Granted, I didn’t have to work, but I refused to be one of those guys who lived off their trust fund and spent their days sleeping and their nights getting wasted. I wanted to show Taylor that if worse came to worse, I could support myself, and her, if I had to.
    When I walked into the kitchen that night I caught Darah and Mase in the process of making up. He had her up on the counter, standing between her legs as he kissed the shit out of her. I cleared my throat and he pulled back. Darah went red as hell, but Mase just lifted an eyebrow.
    “Dinner in a few,” he said, brushing his fingers through Darah’s dark hair. She hid her face in his shoulder and he chuckled.
    “Got it,” I said, giving them a little salute before heading to the living room. What I found stopped my heart.
    Taylor was on the floor, holding my guitar and picking out a few chords. She’d learned a few basic songs and I couldn’t be prouder. She started to play a basic chord progression and added her husky voice. I recognized the song immediately. “Fix You” by Coldplay.
    I could measure our relationship in songs. Coldplay was our first official date, when I’d brought my guitar and sang for her.
    I’d had the idea while we were eating dessert. Just another way I could say I was sorry. Not that there were ever enough ways to say sorry for being such an asshole to her. Any guy could take her out to dinner, but I’d wanted to make sure she remembered this.
    All I’d needed was my guitar.
    “Would you excuse me?” Taylor raised an eyebrow at my polite tone and I had to hide a smile. “I’m being a gentleman, don’t ruin it.”
    “Yes you may be excused, Mr. Zaccadelli,” she said, a little puzzled.
    “Thank you , Miss Caldwell. I will return momentarily.”
    I couldn’t look at her as I walked back inside, guitar in hand, and headed toward the piano.
    I fished some cash out of my wallet and sidled up to the dude playing the piano for “ambience.”
    “Hey, I know this is probably a crazy idea, but would you mind if I played?” I held up the guitar. “It’s my anniversary with my girlfriend. I want to do something extra special for her.” The guy seemed like he was