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I went through the motions of it all.
Really, though… I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
Ishould have expected this...
But I had not.
A firm knock at the front door of the villa startled me, and I blinked a few times, trying to remember if in my earlier daze I’d ordered room service.
I wrapped myself in fresh robe and went to the door, pulling it open without thinking.
And there on the other side of the threshold was Isaiah.
Holding a bag that smelled like breakfast.
“I…Oh,” I laughed, breaking into a peal of giggles that made him frown.
“Are… you okay?” he asked, stepping in when I moved back out of the doorway to allow him inside.
I shook my head. “No. Nothing’s wrong, I just…when I came back in earlier, and I saw that you were gone, my head just went to…some pretty dark places,” I laughed. “But here you are, so…no, nothing’s wrong.”
I… expected him to laugh at that too.
At least crack a smile over how dramatic I was being.
Instead, his expression remained somber, so much that it made me frown.
“Wait…” I said, propping my hands on my hips. “If you were just going to get breakfast… why did you send me a text saying you were sorry?”
Instead of responding, Isaiah pushed out a sigh and started walking, so I followed him to the kitchen where he put the bag down on the counter. When he finally turned to face me, there was something in his eyes I couldn’t place.
“Because I didn’t just go to get breakfast,” he admitted. “TheI’m sorrywas because I woke up freaking the fuck out about how…comfortableand shit I’d gotten. Too far, too fast… too deep. I woke up feeling some shit that… worried me, and I don’t like being worried. So I thought it best to find some distance. But I realized pretty quickly, that I couldn’t do that to you. And… I couldn’t do it tomeeither.”
“So… you’re telling me that after spending the night in my bed, and then waking up to each other, and talking, and reconnecting, and all that… you…ran?” I asked, even though I clearly already knew the answer.
Isaiah pushed out another sigh. “I’m not proud of it at all, but yeah. I ran. And instead of it being relieving, I just felt like shit. It felt like a loss, and… I’ve taken enough losses. So… I got breakfast.”
I was supposed to be mad about this.
Right?
Disgusted by his wavering, by hisfear.
He’d put himself back in my life, brought all these buried feelings back up, and his ass wanted torun?
Fuck him.
Right?
If someone wanted me, there should only be absolute certainty, no room for questions in their mind about us.
He didn’t get to waver, or waffle… right?
Except for the fact that he was feeling some of the same things I had.
Allthe same things, maybe.
And instead ofactuallyrunning away from it… he’d come back.
