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“Does he feel the same?”
“I get the vibe that he does.”
“Well, have you asked him?”
Don’t be silly, that would have been smart.
“No,” I admitted. “Not outright anyway. He’s said a few things though. He told me he wasn’t happy…” I recalled the time we’d spent together. There was zero chance he was faking it. The desire in his eyes was real, his pupils sometimes looked like real flames. The anticipation in the air whenever we were together was electric. It felt like a second chance.
“Yeah, of course he did,” Taylor deadpanned. “He wants to sleep with you Dylan.”
“Tay, I don’t think he is lying to me about being stuck in an unhappy relationship.”
“It’s probably the truth Dyl, but you’re walking a fucking fine line here. Be careful. I’m ride or die for you, but you make it hard, girl.”
“I know.”
“Listen, if you and Brax are the real deal, you gotta play this right. You need to make sure this isn’t just some lustful fling, and if it is just that, you need to be okay with walking away from him when the time comes,” Taylor said, taking a more matter-of-fact tone. “You both live in separate states, you have established careers in different towns... not to mention existing relationships. He chose himself over you once before. What’s to say he won’t do it again?”
Her voice softened, realizing how brutal that last sentence sounded. “The last thing I want for you is to be hurt by this man again.”
The realization hit me like a slug to my chest. I hadn’t considered what was going to happen once we had to go back to our real lives.
Could I walk away from him again?
I didn’t think that I could.
I needed to know for sure. Was this just a flirtatious fling, or was this something more?
Fourteen
BRAX
It was 6pm.
I sipped on a gin and tonic and tried to calm the nervous energy that was racing through my body.
Hanging out with an ex-girlfriend was not something I thought I'd ever be doing. But Dylan wasn't just any ex; she wastheex. The one that I’d never stopped thinking about. Not for one day.
I glanced at my watch again and rolled my eyes.
It was still 6pm.
The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours.
I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made me this nervous.
Taking another sip, I considered how rocky the foundations of both our relationships were. I was furious at myself for not ending things with Ally when I should have. If I’d broken up with her months ago, like I'd wanted to, I’d be sitting here a single man.
But, again, I'd listened to Greg and did what he said was best considering the situation.
But even if I'd ended my relationship with Ally, Dylan still wouldn’t be single.
She’d made it clear she was unhappy though. Her boyfriend sounded like an asshole.
Or maybe I was imagining him to be the worst cunt alive to feel better about myself?
Who the fuck knows. All I knew is that the thought of her being with another man made me want to unleash violence.
