“I may have been having sex with Billie and saying I love her in lots of different ways.” I cringe when I say it.
“In Charlotte’s bed?” Vivian cries out.
I put my face in my hands. “I’ve only dreamed of Charlotte before last night. And in the dream, Billie and I broke up. It made everything clear, but I was in love with Charlotte, and not Billie, before I even had the dream.”
“You’re in love with Charlotte.”
“Yes.”
“Not Billie?”
“I am not in love with Billie,” I stress.
“What did Charlotte say when you told her?”
“She wouldn’t let me tell her what the dream was about, and she kicked me out of her car when I was trying to explain.”
“When was that?”
“After we talked to HR.”
“HR?”
“Damon has been harassing her, and we had to report him today, so Charlotte and I got two days off work.”
“Damon is harassing her?”
“Yes. How did she ever date that douchebag?”
Vivian wrinkles her brow. “We only met him a few times, but he was really into Charlotte and seemed fine.”
My gut churns at the thought of himreally intoCharlotte.
Vivian laughs. “Don’t get jealous now.”
I growl, “He’s a dickhead.”
Vivian stares at me for a minute. “Xander, tell her you love her.”
“I tried to explain everything to her, but she told me she needs me to leave her alone. I’ve caused her too much pain.”
Vivian shrugs. “You did.”
“I swear it wasn’tintentional.”
“You don’t know what she went through.”
“Tell me.”
Vivian presses her lips together.
“Please. I want to know.”
“Limbo. She lived in limbo between grieving for you and keeping hope alive that you would come back to her. She loved you and probably still does.”
Closing my eyes, I think of last night when she told me never to give up hope.
And that’s when I vow no matter how long it takes, I’m never going to give up hope we will be together. Charlotte didn’t give up on me, and I’m not giving up on her.
