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I stop as soon as type those last two words.
A shiver of panic shoots through me.
That was an accident.
Immediately, I go back and change out the name. It was an honest mistake and no one knows what I accidentally wrote but me.
I shake the jarring moment out of my mind and then continue.
For once in months, I’m finally writing, and I won’t stop now just because I accidentally wrote Seven’s name instead of Colston’s. I’ll have to be mindful of that, but luckily, there’s the find and replace all button in my editing software.
Before sending it to Sheridan to read, I’ll ensure that there is no trace of Seven in this book—anywhere.
She’ll never let me live it down if she finds out that she’s right, and using Seven as my muse is the thing that finally broke my writing slump.
My mind begins to wander, and a flash of an alternative version of what could have happened in the bathroom when Seven stormed in, starts to play in my mind.
My imagination takes over as I watch Seven bust through the bathroom door and wrap an arm around me to keep me from slipping.
Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom, laying me out, and then steps back to take a slow sweep of every inch of me.
I watch as Seven strips out of his wet boxer briefs and stands at the edge of the bed, pumping his long hard cock in front of me as he lets me watch—
My phone begins to ring, startling me from my fantasy.
I look down to find the name "fiance" on my phone.
I know he’s seeing other people, and fantasizing about Seven isn’t wrong since we’re on a break, but a flash of guilt rises in me.
“Hi! I’m so glad you called. I didn’t want to wake you, but I just got cell service again. Did you get my text?”
“It’s just after five-thirty in the morning here, but when I woke up and saw your text, I got concerned. I wanted to hear your voice.”
My heart warms at his admission.
We might not be together right now, but we still care about each other, and soon, we’ll be living the life we planned, and this time apart will feel like a chapter in someone else's story.
“I’m okay. The storm is mostly behind us, though it’s still windy, and it’s been raining all day.”
“I don’t understand… What happened with the house? And how did you end up with Lucky Wrenley? Is he being respectful? Do you feel uncomfortable with him? Are you sleeping in separate rooms? I’ll call around later in the morning and try to find you accommodations somewhere else.”
Are we sleeping in separate rooms?
What an odd question. Of course, we're sleeping in separate rooms. Seven can't stand me.
But I'm glad he's concerned, though technically, it’s not really his business if I'm sleeping with Seven.
I don't remind him of this fact because I don't want to argue over our situation. It’s not as if he’s told me about anyone he’s seeing. I’ve just heard from mutual friends that he’s dating around, and since that was part of our arrangement, I can’t be mad that he is.
If I wanted to sleep in the same bed as Seven, I could. And I guess I did last night.
I decide to skip past the question altogether and move to the last one he asked.
“Accommodations aren’t exactly available right now, which is why he let me stay. He tried to get me into a couple of different places, but it didn’t work out. I think he felt bad for me and didn’t want me sleeping on the beach in the middle of a category four hurricane.”
“Sure he did. I bet he tried really hard to get an attractive woman out of his house," he says sarcastically. But then he moves on quickly before I get the chance to assure him that Seven has no interest in me. "Jesus, Brynn. How did you do without me being there with you? You must have been a wreck with that storm."
I take a second to consider whether telling him that I ended up having a panic attack and slept with Seven is a good idea. I'm just worried that it will sound so much worse than it was, and he knows that I haven’t had a panic attack in the years since my therapist and I came up with a way for me to combat them with visuals and breathing exercises.
