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“I—uh—I slept a little bit after—” I clamp my mouth shut before admitting to the whole shop that Alexander completely railed me last night.
“Do you get off at two again?”
“Uh—four.”
“I’ll pick you up then.” With that, Alexander flashes me a charming smile before turning on his heel and walking out.
Without even ordering.
I’m left with my mouth slightly open, barely registering the quiet giggle coming from Lissa. I catch Brent’s gaze, and he nods at me, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Then he leaves, too.
Shit, shit, shit.
Sure, I’m with Alexander. Sort of. But I like Brent. And before Alexander came along, I’d been thinking about asking him out.
Now? If things don’t work out with Alexander and I end up with Brent, what does that make him? A backup plan? Even if that isn’t how I plan it, that’s probably how Brent would feel.
I turn around, trying to bury my fury. Drive thru is backed up, and Lissa and I need to get it caught up before the next rush. So I dive in, momentarily forgetting about the stunt that Alexander just pulled.
When we finally have a break, Lissa shoots me a look. “Those two looked ready to kill each other.”
“I didn’t notice,” I say, grabbing a couple sleeves of cups to restock. It’s an obvious lie, but thankfully she doesn’t point it out.
“Soooo you were with him last night?” Lissa wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I turn away as a blush creeps onto my cheeks. “Maybe he stopped by.”
“And?”
I pause. How much do I want to tell her? Definitely not about the sex. “He... Uh, he just wanted to apologize for yesterday morning. We just talked.” I grit my teeth. He actually hadn’t apologized, and I’d forgotten about that until now.
“That’s good. He looked a little crazed out there.” She sighs. “Poor Brent. I think he really likes you.”
Cringing, I say, “I feel so bad. Now it looks like I led him on.”
Lissa gives me a sympathetic smile. She’s watched me flirt with him little by little, and she’s been trying to get me to ask him out for ages.
And I’d put it off, thinking I had all the time in the world to get around to it.
“Alexander asked me to give him another chance.” Sort of.
Lissa freezes, one hand on the broom. Waiting for me to continue.
“I said yes.” Turning, I realize there are tears in my eyes. “And I’m really scared, Lissa. I don’t want to get hurt again.”
That part is true. If last night is any indication of how our relationship is going to go, I’m fucked. I lose all sense when he puts his hands on me. My heart is vulnerable, unprotected.
I have to change that.
“Oh, babe.” She lets the broom fall and clank against a cooler. Pulling me into her arms, she mutters, “Heartbreak is a motherfucker. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I don’t know,” I say, sniffling. “And I don’t know what he wants. If he truly means it when he says that he wants to be with me no matter what.”
“Why do you think he’s worth another shot?”
I pause. Last night, I told Alexander that he didn’t deserve a second chance, and I meant it. But I’d be lying to Lissa and myself if I say his touch doesn’t entirely unravel me.
