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¨I probably will. My publicist is already leaving me messages that I said I wouldn’t look at until you leave.¨
Micola’s eyes soften. “Last night with you was…very needed.” She clears her throat, getting embarrassed to share more. Perhaps she’s trying to switch my mood, which is working as I reminisce, thinking of her sweet scent, her fleshy hips, and how tender she still feels.
“I don’t know how you feel about it, but I’m okay if this doesn’t end.” I have to say.
“It’s because it just happened. Once we’re back to our normal lives, everything will just fall into place again. Definitely made some memories.” She speaks softly.
“If this is about protecting your heart, please hear me out when I say I will never hurt it again.¨
She folds her face into a half smile and slips her phone into her airy jogging suit’s pocket.
¨Well, Mr. Masters. It’s best I go find Benjamin.¨
She’s moving on, as I realize this hurts more than reading that odd review. I reach for a napkin for the sake of bundling it as I watch her wipe the corners of her mouth. Her eyes fall on mine, growing dim; she sighs and asks, ¨Are you going to walk me out?¨
I really don’t want to, but according to the plan I made, it’s time.
Chapter 17
Micola
Hearingtheheavyglassdoor of my art studio moan when I open it only reminds me of how sad its summer has been. I turn on the lights, although it’s still daytime, just to rejuvenate some life in it. It still smells like glue and sandpaper, and by the looks of things, my art students listened. Against the south wall, there are paintings by the artists that Simon is hoping to feature. Not long after arriving do I see Teresa, my assistant, dash inside. I’ve missed her bright smile as she opens her arms out to embrace me.
¨Micola! So glad you’re back!¨
¨Me too. Kind of.¨
¨Kind of?¨ She folds her arms against her chest as I stand stunned at her glorious summer honey-colored hue.
¨Well...¨
¨What? Does it have to do with Alex?¨
¨You know me.¨ I shake my head.
¨So?¨
¨We fucked at an auction, in a side room for one thing.¨
¨Oh. That sounds kinda kinky.¨
¨God, it was. Exciting, and we did it the first night and two other times too.”
¨Whoa! Does this mean you two are —¨
¨No. Absolutely not. It means my body needed some TLC from an outside source, and he was there, willing and ready to deliver.¨
¨Wow. So…are you getting feelings for him again or what?¨
I shrug. “It’s complicated. And for once, I truly understand where people are coming from when they say that.¨
Teresa lifts her blond tinted curls up in a mock ponytail before dropping her hands so they can fall freely around her oval face.
¨ He’s coming back home tonight, and a part of me wants to check in when he does.¨
¨Time. You just need time, and this, too, shall pass.¨ She says with a certain nod.
¨You may be right, but I know my brothers have been up to something, and don’t be surprised if they pop up here. I just got off the phone with my mother, who is terrified I’m going to fall back into Alex’s hands.¨ I laugh. The tension from my family used to fuel my desire for Alex even more when I was younger. Now it feels like a nagging burden that makes me realize we will never work.
