Lia:I ran into Brian at the office supply store, and he asked me to coffee. I said yes.
I hit send and wince.
Myla:Huh, that seems pretty idiotic. Is there a reason?
Lia:I told him I was dating Breaker, and he understood that. He said he wanted closure, and a part of me wants that too. But I feel like Breaker will freak out.
Myla:Why do you think you need closure?
Lia:At some point, I imagined I’d marry the man. Even though things didn’t end well, we still had some good times, and he played an important role in my life. I think I owe it to us both and to Breaker to close that chapter.
Myla:I could see that. So what’s the problem?
Lia:I just want to make sure it’s a valid reason. And sure, when I saw Brian today, I thought he was handsome, but I’d NEVER, and I mean never, even consider going back to him. Breaker is . . . well, he’s my forever, but when I go to say that to him, I feel this mental block. I think that mental block is Brian.
Myla:I think you might be right. So then just tell Breaker you need closure with Brian and go have it.
Lia:OH MY GOD! I can’t tell Breaker. He would freak out. He’s already super possessive of me. If I told him I had to meet with Brian, he’d second-guess everything, and I’m pretty sure he’d become very insecure. I don’t want to do that to him.
Myla:I know the feeling. Ryot is the same way when it comes to me. So, if you think you need to do this to find closure so you can freely move on with Breaker, then do it.
Lia:Yeah?
Myla:Yeah. If you truly want a fresh start with Breaker with nothing in the way, then you need to make sure you have a clear mind. Trust me, I know from experience.
Lia:I think you’re right. Okay. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.
Myla:Anytime!
* * *
“Where the hell are you?”Breaker says, flying through my front door.
“Back here,” I say from my bedroom.
I hear him set something down, his shoes fly off, and then he jogs into my bedroom. I turn around just in time to catch him flying at me and tackling me to my bed.
His lips find my neck, my jaw, my mouth.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he says while tugging at my shirt.
“Hold . . . hold on there,” I say.
“What do you mean hold on there? I’ve been waiting all day for this.” He lifts up to look me in the eyes.
“I know, I just, I have to go out tonight.”
He lifts up even more. “What do you mean you have to go out? I thought I was all yours when I got back.”
“Something came up, and I need to meet a friend.”
“Oh.” He lets me up. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” My phone lights up on the nightstand with a text, and I quickly grab it and stuff it in the back pocket of my jeans. That has to be Brian. “Just an impromptu thing. Not sure when I’ll be home.”
He scratches the back of his head. “Okay. Well, should I wait to have dinner with you?”
“No, that’s okay. Eat away. And don’t feel like you need to hang out here. You can go back to your place if you want.”
