God. I want to punch him in the face. Right between the eyes. I want to hit him so hard that both eyes swell, and he can’t see for weeks.
Fucking bastard.
I let out a breath.
Why am I so angry these days?
Oh, I know. Who does that to a woman like Natalie?
An idiot. That’s who.
I might be lost in my own shit, but I don’t treat people like garbage. So at least I have that going for me.
I turn the shower off and then swipe my hand over the mirror to clear the steam.
I’ve got my Dove back.
I should be on cloud nine right now.
Maybe even higher than that. What would that be? Over the moon.
I shake my head and run a towel over my head to dry my hair.
Natalie is here with me.
She’s not getting married.
She’s not mad at me anymore.
Yeah, the circumstances aren’t ideal, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like things are about to get better. Like there is a light ahead, and I’m about to find whatever it is I’m looking for.
Maybe I just needed my best friend back.
Or maybe it’s because she looks too good in nothing but my shirt. Sure, she could have worn something of my sister’s last night, but it was late, and it was easier to grab my shirt than dig through Quinn’s dresser here to find something.
Watching Natalie wear my clothes … I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Especially this morning after she told me the engagement was off.
Shit.
Shit.
My mind shouldn’t go there.
It never goes there, so why is it now?
Is she okay? Really okay?
I know I asked her. Maybe a few too many times, but it’s as if she isn’t even fazed by the fact that a week ago, she was talking about flower arrangements and colors and cake flavors and today she’s … not.
“Hey, are we—shoot, sorry,” Natalie says and turns around as I step out of the bathroom and quickly lower my towel to cover myself. “Whoa.”
Before I can say anything, she erupts into laughter. It does nothing positive for my ego.
“Tobias! Ten years. We made it ten years before one of us walked in and caught the other one naked.”
The playful tone in her voice makes me smirk. There she is. My Natalie.
“Well, normally we knock on the door before coming in.”
