I move faster than her and cut her off at the door.
“Not wearing that, you won't.”
She huffs, and the tension that had been building clearly dissolves. She pins me with a glare.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I’m not showing anything.”
“You’re showing more than enough.”
I turn to leave, but she stops me.
“Hey, Tobias.”
“Yeah?” I glance over my shoulder.
“Do you think we’ll ever find our happily ever after?”
I smirk and wink.
“Yeah, I think we will.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NATALIE
Saturday finally rolls around, and I can’t believe it’s been only a week since the wedding was called off. So much in my life has changed in a short amount of time.
The familiar scent of the life I was living consumes me as soon as we step into Griffin's house. I used to think this smell made me miss him. Now I want to vomit.
Tobias follows me inside. I know we aren’t doing anything wrong, but it still feels like I’m not supposed to be here anymore.
“Should we have brought my truck? I didn’t even think to ask if you needed to move any furniture,” he asks.
“I don’t. I sold all my stuff when I moved in here. Griffin already had the place furnished, and the only things we bought were a bigger bed and an additional tall dresser to the set he already had. I don’t see any reason why I need them. I just want my clothes and a few other easy packable items. Nothing else.”
Tobias nods, then follows me up the stairs to the master bedroom. We brought one of his suitcases to help move my things. I never got into decorating this house or buying much to make it feel like my own. I should have recognized that as a sign. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it now.
Neither of us says much as I show him which drawers are mine and then start pulling hangers out from the closet. I’d cut a hole in a few trash bags to move them. It all feels weird, but it needs to be done.
The funny thing is, I’m more excited to move in with Tobias than I was the day that I moved in with Griffin.
I let out a sigh and sit down on the bed. How did I not see any of this? I was happy, wasn’t I?
God, this is so stupid.
I know I was happy. I’m not the one who did something wrong, and I hate that Griffin’s choices are making me rethink who I am.
I could scream. It’s not fair.
If anything, I’m sad that he wasted four years of my life. I’ll never get those back.
Tobias crouches in front of me, one hand cupping my face and gently guiding me to look at him.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Dove?” he asks. “Do you want me to finish for you?”
I shake my head. “No, I just wish I had figured this out sooner. Does it make me a shitty person that I want to get this over with and move on? It’s only been a week.”
Tobias looks into my eyes, and a grin slowly takes over his lips.
