“What are you afraid of? Being hurt now or the possibility that he’ll hurt you later?”
I swallowed hard because she made her point with nothing more than a question. I wasn’t afraid he wouldn’t want me the way I wanted him. I feared that he might return my feelings now but change his mind in the future. That I would manage to drive him away, just by being me.
“I’m afraid I’ll get what I want only to have it taken away later,” I told her, my voice barely audible.
“Is that how you want to live your life? Focused on your fears?”
I straightened my spine. “No.”
Grier smiled at me. “Then talk to him. See what happens.”
Hope bloomed inside me. Hope that I was wrong to believe I could never find the same happiness that other women found. Hope that Jordan might feel something more for me than lust.
Still, hope was a fragile thing, easily broken or destroyed. Especially if you’d never experienced it before.
