It’s a great reminder of what a relationship should never look like.
A great reminder that, no matter how much you love someone, it’s not always happiness in the end.
A great reminder that Brooke might have been right to not let me kiss her.
I scrub a hand down my face, but what if it could be different with her?
What if she came into my life for a reason?
My phone buzzes again.
Henry
I’ve added it to my schedule.
Asshole.
Chapter
Seventeen
BROOKE
The restof the week passes in a blur.
There are no more drunken wine nights with Dutton, only leisure evenings where we both stay sober, pretending we didn’t fall asleep together on my couch and wake with me in his arms where I then proceeded to slide across his huge morning erection.
And there are definitely no more orgasms against my living room wall, and we definitely haven’t spoken to each other about it since.
Orgasms in my bed as I think of that morning, sure. But the real thing? Sadly, no.
I don’t know where he stands, but until I know what I want to do about it, I don’t know what I would even say.
One afternoon we hiked to his favorite spot, one night we picked out another new book and then read in silence next to each other. His leg brushed mine, and there was no way I could focus after that. How he kept reading is beyond me.
The sexual tension between us is almost too much to bear.
But relationships are risky, and I don't know if I want to ruin what we have right now for more when there is no guarantee it will work out.
I know without a doubt that I’d be hurt if we ever went back to the way things were before.
I hope we never go back to that.
“Do you think we made enough?” Daisy asks as she props the front door to the bakery open. It’s Saturday again already, and another Lovers festival has begun.
I set the last cupcake into the display case. Today, we’ve set up cookie decorating for the kids. I thought it would be a nice way to switch things up in here.
“Yes, I think so.”
Each table has a plate of cookies, three different tubs of frosting, and sprinkles. I have more of everything in the back. I even printed the recipe for the cookies and prepackaged little to-go kits with all the ingredients for purchase. I figure this could be a good test run to see how many people are into the idea before I launch it on the website.
Well, I can't take all the credit. Dutton mentioned this test run the other night.
I’m surprised that I was able to pay attention to the suggestion.
Every time that man speaks, his words wrap around me like a warm blanket. When he smiles, I swear it’s like a drug hit, and I want more.
I want him.
