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I can’t take a bath anymore, can’t sleep, watch my films, or even read my romance books without thinking of him. He’s the hero of all my novels. I think he has been for a long time.
Hell, I’ve been dreaming about him reading those books to me as I lay my head on his lap. In the dream, Eli will stroke my cheeks, kiss my forehead, and tell me in a deep, soothing voice, “Sleep tight.”
And somehow, I end up doing just that.
It shouldn’t be this way.
So what if I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember? I’m young and should have been able to move on by now.
I should be able to recognize the toxicity and choose to run away from it.
Fromhim.
Yet I keep being tugged back in with an invisible string. And the last thing I wish for is to cut it off.
After I put my bouquet in a porcelain vase, I go to the kitchen to grab a drink.
What I find, however, is Jeremy caging my best friend against the wall and eating her face.
“You guys are not helping at all,” I grumble as I swing the fridge open, grab a can of lemonade tonic, and mix it with a Diet Coke in a glass.
“Sorry,” Cecy whispers.
“She should apologize to me for stealing you all this time,” Jeremy shoots back as he hugs her to his side.
“Jer!” She hits his chest. “We talked about this.”
“I’m sorry,” I say after a pause. “I know it was hard for you to let her go, and if you didn’t love her and respect her wishes, you wouldn’t have allowed this. So thank you. I promise not to steal her time too much in the future.”
He raises a brow. “Apology accepted.”
“Ava…” She swallows. “You’d do the same for me, so don’t make it sound like it’s a hassle.”
“I don’t take you for granted, Cecy. I know I’m lucky to have you.” I sigh. “Now, I have to stop before I start crying.”
“Please don’t,” Jeremy says. “Or she won’t leave with me.”
“I won’t, you oaf.” I glare at him. “You hurt her and I slice your throat. Got it?”
Cecily laughs. Jeremy’s eyebrows are nearly touching his hairline by this point.
“Instead of worrying about her very happy relationship, why don’t you talk to that husband of yours and fix your own? We’ll all be a lot more relaxed.”
I take a sip of my drink and add more lemonade, just to turn it as bitter as my insides. “There’s no relationship to fix. And he’ll be my ex-husband soon.”
“How soon? Because his nightly visits to you don’t imply he’s considering you an ex.”
“Jeremy, why would you tell her that?” Cecily scoffs. “I told you it was a secret.”
“She deserves to know.”
“W-wait.” The glass shakes in my hand. “Eli visited?”
“Every single night,” Jeremy says. “Like clockwork.”
“Cecy?”
She puffs out a breath. “He didn’t want us to tell you and even the doctor thought it was a bad idea in the beginning because he might trigger you.”
