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Becca’s POV
“I’d say I told you so Becca, but really? What did you think you were doing?” Natalie asked, sitting on my couch, in my house where I was currently hiding from the world.
I could’ve died from mortification. I just didn’t feel ready to take on anything today.
“I wanted him,” I said simply. “And he wanted me too except this morning, something changed, he became a cold, and wouldn’t even talk about it.”
Natalie walked over to my kitchen and came back with coffee and pastries on a tray. She’d gone by the cafe and brought by breakfast. I’d asked her to make sure everything was running smoothly there before coming here.
She agreed and now, I get to stay home and sulk. Because I realized that’s exactly what I was doing. Sulking because Hunter had said no to dinner. I was ridiculous.
“I warned you to stay away from him, you two have never gotten along,” Natalie said, handing me the tray in her hands.
“He said he’d changed,” I told her.
“And you believed him, Becca? I trained you better, didn’t I?” she asked.
“Yes Mom, that you did,” I said. Natalie liked to assume the role of a mother when Steve or I did something she considered particularly idiotic. Like now.
“Good, I brought you coffee and breakfast, while you eat, I’ll go upstairs and run you a bath, then I’ll drive you over to the cafe, you don’t get to sit at home and feel bad all day,” Natalie said.
“No,” I cried, my voice high. I didn’t want to leave the house. Not today.
“If you don’t get in the bath when I’m down Becca, I swear, I’m going to be mad,” she said. “And I’ll call him and say my mind about both your stupidities.
“You wouldn’t!” I said, but knowing Natalie, she probably would. In fact, it would be just the type of thing that she would do.
“Try me,” she said, before making her way out of the room, and soon enough, I had the sound of water rushing.
I released a resigned sigh and gobbled up my breakfast. Maybe Nat was right, maybe I needed to get out of the house instead of sitting here and feeling bad for myself. I’d gotten over worse heartbreaks. Way worse, except this one just didn’t make sense.
The sex had been good, very good, I thought, my body heating as I remembered Hunter thrusting his shaft into me fast. We’d both wanted it. I knew he had.
Which begged the question of why he had been so cold this morning, it just didn’t make any sense. None. And while he dealt with whatever had caused his reaction.
Maybe he didn’t trust me with his secrets yet and I sort of understood that. We were only learning to trust each other, and I’d have said we were doing well too if he hadn’t pulled away so suddenly this morning.
I finished breakfast as fast as I could, got off the couch, and took the tray with me to the kitchen, where I washed it at the sink.
“Bath’s ready,” I heard Nat say behind me.
“I’ll be there in a moment.”
I heard Nat settle into the couch I had just vacated, picked up the remote, and ran through channels on the tv while I made my way down to my room, undressed, and sunk into the bath with a long sigh.
The hot water felt divine, scalding my skin softly and leeching my stress out of me. I felt my body relax in the water. I was a strong woman; I had always been.
It didn’t help to get angry with Hunter. It was his decision to ignore me this morning, and it was also my decision to act as though it didn’t bother me in the least. I would have this very relaxing bath, then I would make my way to the cafe and have a super good day. Maybe Steve would be available to hang out later. I could use a distraction right now.
“Are you done up there?” Natalie called out to me. “It’s getting late, or do I need to come dress you?”
“Almost done!” I said before picking up the sponge and running it over my body. I liked to exfoliate my skin daily, and the hard sponge did just that.
Then I rinsed off in the shower. I pulled a towel off the rack and blotted my body before tying it around my wet hair. When I made it to my room, I felt a smile creep onto my face. Nat had picked out a dress already.
The dress was certainly a statement piece. Something I’d bought when I was still a member of the government workforce at the local ministry before I’d given up on that job to run my cafe.
I was sure Nat had chosen the dress intentionally, to remind me of who I was. To remind me of how I’d gotten here. To tell me that the woman who had owned this dress and loved it still existed. Somewhere under layers, but still in there.
