His touch was to die for.
And his company…
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, setting off Ella again.
“What? What?” Enzo and Carson asked me.
I sighed.
“I think… I think I’m in love with him.”
“That’s great,” Carson said, rubbing my arm.
“It’s not. I screwed it up.”
“You can always apologize.” Enzo grimaced.
“Wh-what if it happens again? What if I apologize and tell him how sorry I am and how much I want to be with him and… and the remorse comes back?”
“It won’t,” Carson said.
“How do you know?”
He shrugged.
“You need to talk to him. You need to explain—” Enzo started.
“Explain what? The mess in my head?” I laughed. “Yeah, that will go down like a lead balloon.”
“Balloon!” Ella exclaimed, and I chuckled.
My daughter was always so on topic.
“If he loves you too, he will listen. He will understand that some things might be hard.”
“No pun intended,” Carson scoffed and earned a punch from his boyfriend. No. Not boyfriend. Fiancé.
Had that really happened, and I hadn’t retained any of the memories?
“I don’t know,” I said.
“You want to know what I think?” Enzo asked.
“No, not really,” I snapped, but then he glared at me, so I nodded.
“I think you should go and apologize and tell him how you feel.”
“And what if… what if it happens again?”
“You deal with it when and if it happens.”
“And if he doesn’t forgive me?” I asked.
“If he doesn’t forgive you, then you weren’t meant to be, and you can move on with your life.”
Oh, God. That sounded even scarier.
But I knew Enzo was right. The very least I could do was apologize for my shitty behavior.
