“Nothing is wrong with you,” Poet said.
“Sex confuses things,” I mumbled.“And now I’m even more confused.”
The three of them were quiet for a moment and then Salem asked, “So how was the sex?”
I lifted my head and glared at her.
She nodded.“Got it.Best you’ve ever had.Say no more.”
“I didn’t sayanything,” I muttered in exasperation.
“You don’t need to,” Hadley pointed out.“Your meltdown says it all.”
It had been so damn good that for the last two nights I’d been waking up with my sheets tangled and wet between my thighs.
It had been so damn good that it had taken everything in me not to get up and go to his room and beg for more.
But I was trying to have willpower.A spine.Self-worth.
And the moment I’d had sex with Archer, I’d thrown all that away.
Hadley giggled.“Love burglar.That’s funny.”
“He hasn’t mentioned love.Not once,” I said to my friends.
“Well, of course he hasn’t,” Poet said with a laugh.“Would you even believe him?”
I pondered her words.“No.I wouldn’t believe him.I gave him my two weeks’ notice.For real this time.”
“What?When?”Salem asked.
“Several days ago,” I admitted.
“Why’d you do that?”Salem demanded.
“Because everything was getting muddled.Lenni’s gotten attached and it’ll just be harder for her in a few months when they’ve settled into a routine and don’t need me anymore.”
“You meanyou’vegotten attached to them,” Poet said.
“I’ve been playing house,” I said.“And it’s going to blow up in my face.”
“So, you’re blowing it up on your own terms.”Salem nodded.“Oh, I so get that.”
“You would,” Hadley teased.
“Hey, I’m a reformed wild child,” Salem said.“I’ve settled.”
“Ha.”Hadley shook her head.
I looked at Poet.“What do I do?”
“Only you can decide if you want to put yourself out there,” she said.“You just have to decide if love is worth the risk this time.Who knows, you just might get everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Advice about bravery from my formally timid friend was a real kick in the pants.
ChapterTwenty-Five
The Bookstore
