Page 14 of Wild Thing
The sex you remember, but the ex you want to forget.
Words continued to escape me, so I did the only logical thing to do, and that was to take a sip of my wine.
“Where are you living now?”
The question caught me off guard.
“White Point.” I answered quickly, shutting down any further questions around my life. The last thing I wanted to do was bring up Zack as a topic of conversation with my hot as fuck ex-boyfriend. I didn’t want Brax to know I was stuck in a shitty relationship.
We made more small talk, mostly about our careers. I told him how the Studio Pase bridal store was the biggest project I’d landed as an interior designer.
"Who's the developer?" Brax asked.
"Omega Developments."
A quick look of surprise flashed across Brax's face. Like he wanted to say something, but decided not to.
Leaning on the bar, I rested my chin in my hand. “What about you? Where are you based now?”
“Home. Grey’s Forest. Where else would I be?”
Trying not to physically cringe, I told him a hard truth. “When we broke up, I blocked you across my social accounts. I guess you’re still blocked.”
He pretended to be stabbed in the heart.
“Still? It’s been years. You're such a vicious bitch.”
Despite his playful response, he seemed genuinely hurt. I didn't even know how I'd had the willpower to keep him blocked after all these years. Subconsciously, I must had known that if the lines of communication reopened between us, then there was no turning back.
And I didn't want to end up heartbroken again.
“It was… hard for me. You know, to keep up to date. I figured it was better if there was no… contact.”
“Is that why I could never find you?” Brax asked.
I found myself studying his face before I answered his question with a question. “You tried to contact me?”
“Yeah. Often. Especially in those first few months after you left,” he said nonchalantly. His next statement stopped me from breathing. “I tried to find you.”
He tried to find me?
That sentence landed hard. This was news to me.
And fucking five years late.
What if he hadn't been blocked? Would things have worked out differently?
I shook the “what if’s” from my thoughts. I was smarter than that. Fantasizing about what could have been was a fool's game.
Still… he could have called me.
“I never changed my number. You could have called.”
“Would you have answered?”
I looked directly into those piercing eyes of his and matched his quiet tone. “I guess we’ll never know.”
I wasn’t really sure where to go from there without opening up old wounds.
