Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
And I used to think that’s what made us work so well together—we were almost always on the same page.
Until recently.
“What if I don’t want to give you space? What if I need you back?” He leaned in my doorframe, raw emotion spilling from his rich brown eyes.
My heart begged me to give him what he wanted, to forgive everything and go back to the way things were.
But I couldn’t do that.
Not anymore.
“If you don’t give me the space I need,” I said. “I won’t be able to figure out who I am outside of you. I won’t be able to know for sure that what we have won’t leave me ruined and alone in the end. Please?” I asked. “I need this time, Wes. I’m not asking you to wait for me—”
“I’ll always give you what you need, Brynn,” he said. “You know that.”
He backed into my hallway, and I swear my heart broke again. Because I knew he would. I knew him. I just needed to figure myself out, and maybe that was selfish, but I wasn’t good for anyone right now. Not like this.
I nodded at him because I had no more words to say before shutting the door.
He stood outside my door for ten minutes before I finally heard him leave.
And I went back to my bed, climbed in, and wondered how the hell I’d gotten myself into this situation, because I knew I had a hand in it.
I didn’t tell him I loved him when I should’ve, and I didn’t think about all the repercussions before diving in head-first with him. There were so many things I didn’t do that I should’ve, and I just needed the time to figure out how to fix it all. But it was incredibly hard to think around the sensation of being ruined so completely I wasn’t sure there would ever be a way to put me back together again.
WESTON
“You looking fucking happy man,” I said, clapping Hendrix on the back.
The resort was packed with his and Savannah’s family and friends, everything decorated with elegant flowers and silk ribbons sparkling under golden lights.
“I am fucking happy,” Hendrix said, adjusting his tie.
He didn’t look nervous. He looked confident and calm, like he wasn’t standing on a raised dais, waiting for his future wife to walk down the aisle in a white dress.
“What did you get us?” he asked, a playful grin on his face.
“A bread maker,” I joked, thinking about the actual gift I’d tucked onto the gift table, which was an envelope with an all-expenses paid vacation inside it. He could afford it, but who didn’t love a free trip especially after just getting married?
Music started to play softly, and I clapped him on the back before hurrying to my designated seat, my heart stopping when I saw who took up the spot next to it.
Brynn.
Of course, Savannah had us seated together, the arrangements were made months ago.
Brynn looked stunning in a simple black dress that hugged her curves, her makeup simple and her hair swept back in a classic, clean look.
My heart climbed up my throat as I sat down, not able to focus on the succession of bridesmaids walking down the aisle.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered.
She shifted in her chair. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “You look good too.”
Hope flared in my veins, but I kept it in check. Just like I had any time she spoke to me at the office these last two weeks. Every conversation we had was casual, nothing intimate or serious, but it fueled me in ways she probably didn’t even realize.
Not talking to her was the worst, but I wanted to give her the space she’d asked for. And I only went into the marketing firm if it was absolutely necessary, despite the temptation to show up for no reason simply because she’d given me an in by speaking more than two words to me.
“Can we talk yet?” I whispered, just as Here Comes the Bride started to play. “Like really talk,” I continued as we all stood up.
“Shh,” she chided me, turning to smile at Savannah who looked absolutely gorgeous walking down the aisle.
I spun to look at Hendrix, smiling at my friend and how damn happy he looked watching Savannah walk toward him on her father’s arm. It was an epic moment, especially since I never thought Hendrix would be one to fall in love and settle down.
I never thought I would either, especially when my father had been such a prick to my mom during their marriage, making it look more like a joke than a partnership.
But I knew better. I think I’d always known better but I’d been a stubborn asshole who let fear rule his life instead of doing what I normally did, which was go after whatever the fuck I wanted.