I pick up my phone and start composing a message.
NIKKI! Guess who just left my hotel?
Ohhh?! Another dirty rendezvous with Javi bear?
Nope. Perry!
WTF? What was he doing at your room?
He came to apologise and ask me to go back to him.
OMGoodness! What did you say?
What about Javi?
I said nothing. Javi dropped me off at my room when Perry was waiting for me at my hotel room. I have to message him still.
Someone starts knocking on my door.
Someone is at the door.
I’ll be back tomorrow. We can meet up and chat about it?
Sounds great. Thanks. Let me know when you’re free. x
I make my way to the door.
See you tomorrow. X
I pocket my phone and open the door to Javi.
“Hey, I wanted to make sure you were okay. I was in the hotel lobby and saw him leave,” Javi said.
I motion for him to come in.
“Thanks. True to his last act, he came and completely mind fucked me.” I put my head in my hands.
Javi comes to me and covers me in his arms, holding me close.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with his shit again. Can I do anything? I can go kick his ass for you,” he offers. His hand strokes my hair as my head lays on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“He said he wants me back,” I say. I feel him stiffened around me.
“Oh,” he simply says, his hand no longer moving, just holding my head to his chest.
“I don’t know what to do,” I say.
While Perry was a dick at the end of our relationship, we did start dating for a reason. Can I forgive and forget what happened for the memory of the good times? And what about Javi? We are secret, on the verge of maybe going official, and we get along so effortlessly. He’s proven himself to be loyal. But our relationship is not what we either of us planned on happening this year.
Javi moves his hands to my face, tilting my chin up so our eyes meet. His thumbs rub against my cheeks, but he is silent. Is this his answer? He’s not saying anything for or against this situation, his feelings about us?
“You can go if you want. This is getting pretty complicated,” I offer.
“Are you going to be okay? I feel like you need some time to process,” he replies, moving his hands to my shoulders.
“I will be okay, and yeah; I need some time for my head to stop swirling,” I say, stepping back from him. I need his hands off me, not teasing or testing me. I don’t even know where his head is at. Where is mine at?
He nods and looks a little forlorn.
