Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“I’ve seen her a few times casually over the last few weeks.” He pauses for a moment. “It’s nothing like what you and I have, though, Tully.”
I smile, mollified that he didn’t lie to me. “I’ve been on a few dates, too,” I whisper.
“You have?”
I nod, even though he can’t see me.
“Nobody special, I hope.”
I fake a smile, and I scrunch my eyes shut tight. Oh, he’s all kinds of special.
“You’ll be back soon, and then we won’t have to worry about other people, will we?” I whisper.
“No, we won’t.” He stays silent, and I know he’s hurt about me seeing someone else, or maybe he’s just shocked that I actually admitted it. Why did I tell him? Perhaps I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.
“I love you, Tully.” He pauses for a moment. “Don’t ever forget that, will you?”
My eyes fill with tears, and I know he means that I shouldn’t forget him while I’m with someone else.
“I won’t, Si.”
“Are you going to say it back?”
My eyes overflow with guilty tears, and I swipe one away as it escapes onto my cheek. “I love you,” I whisper.
“You do want me to come back, don’t you, Tull?”
“Of course, I do,” I whisper. I run my hand through my hair in frustration with myself. “Go to England and get this over with so we can start again.”
“Okay.” I can tell he’s smiling again now. “I will.”
“Goodbye.”
“Seven weeks and I’m all yours.”
I laugh. “I said goodbye.”
He hangs up and I stare at the phone in my hand for a while.
He’s still seeing that girl casually, but unlike before when I was hurt, I’m actually relieved now. It means I’m not the only one who is seeing someone else, and at least I was brave and honest enough to tell him the truth. Surprisingly, he seemed okay about it. He’s seeing someone else, he knows I’m seeing someone else. Both of us are committed to getting back together, so now that it’s all out on the table, nobody is going to get hurt.
My thoughts turn to Brock.
I’m going to ask to see him tonight so that I can tell him about Simon. That way he knows everything, too.
I’ll have one last night with Brock and then we can go our separate ways.
I smile sadly. It was so fun while it lasted. But gym junkies aren’t the kind of guys you fall in love with.
Brock
We’re sitting in the car at the top of the cliff, watching the police go through their investigations down below. They have their gloves and protective suits on, and they also have absolutely no fucking idea what they’re doing. We’re tuned into the police channel as we listen to their conversations through our radio.
“Do they have any idea who it is?” Jes asks from the backseat.
“Caucasian woman in her twenties. Suspected working girl. Suspected overdoser.” Ben sighs.
“Yeah.” I roll my eyes. “Because everyone who has a drug overdose throws themselves off a fucking cliff seconds before they OD,” I mutter sarcastically.
“Idiots,” Ben whispers.
I shake my head and start the car. “That’s the seventh girl this year.”
“They’ll probably not even investigate it because she’s a hooker.” Jes sighs.
“They won’t, but we will,” I assure them as I reverse the car from the parking lot. “Who’s hungry?”
“Yeah, let’s eat.”
Half an hour later, we’re sitting the coffee shop, waiting for our lunch.
“So, how did the weekend go with that chick, anyway?” Ben asks.
I sip my coffee. “It was okay, I guess. I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again, though.”
“Why not?” Jesten frowns.
I shrug. “I can think of a thousand reasons.”
“Such as?”
“She’s too high maintenance.”
“Why?”
“Where do I start?” I exhale heavily. “I sat out the front of her apartment on Friday night hoping to catch her, and she didn’t go out. So then I went back on Saturday night and waited another two hours, and fortunately for me that time, she did go out. I followed her and called the guys, staged a whole ‘accidental meet up’ in the club.”
Ben frowns, confused. “Why didn’t you just call her?”
I look at him, deadpan. “I’m blocked, remember?”
“Oh, that’s right. You are.” The boys chuckle as they recall her blocking me, clearly finding it hilarious.
“Anyway, the boys and I go out and then I do the whole oh what a coincidence to see you here skit.” I roll my eyes, realising how lame this story sounds. “Things are going great until she asks me to dance. I say I don’t dance. Then she gets the shits, fucks off, and dances with other dudes for two hours.”
Ben smiles around his coffee, loving this story.
“I lost my shit and left, only to go home and pace for another three hours and find myself back outside her apartment again waiting for her to come home.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Your stalking is next level.” Jesten shakes his head.