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Once our bodies are joined, our hearts are filled. Willow doesn’t have to tell me, but I feel it in her touch and see it in her beautiful cornflower blue eyes.
There’s something more, too, something that was lacking before, but not anymore.
Now there’s trust.
I know now that we’re better for the setback. We’re stronger, as individuals and as a couple.
Nothing can stop us now.
Willow
Arden and I spend the whole weekend together, reconnecting and moving forward. I thought moving forward meant running away. But I was wrong—so wrong. Now I know when something is worth it, and my relationship with Arden absolutely is, you stay and work things out.
And wow, have we ever “worked” things out. I’m still recovering. My body is sore, but in the best way possible, and I’m certainly satiated.
I feel so good that on Monday morning, when I walk into the office, I’m humming cheerfully. Good thing I’m the first one in.
Wait, nix that. The lights are on, and I hear movement in the break room.
When I pop my head in, I find Hector at the counter, making coffee.
“Was that you humming?” he asks when he twists around and sees me.
Embarrassed, I stammer, “Er, um, yeah.”
Shaking his head and chuckling, he asks, “Do you want some coffee?”
“Yes, please.” I take a seat at the small circular table in the center of the room. “Guess we’re the first ones in today, huh?”
“It would appear so.”
Yawning, I reply, “Ah, that’s good.”
Slowly, he turns all the way around and narrows his eyes at me, like he’s assessing the situation.
Uh-oh.
“What?” I ask, acting all innocent.
Rolling his eyes, he points at me and says, “Girl, don’t give me your ‘what.’ First, you’re humming when you come into work, which you never do, because I know you’re not a morning person. And second, let’s talk about how you’re glowing from head to toe.”
“I am?”
“Mmm-hmm, you are. And I have a feeling it’s not due to a damn interview.”
My cheeks warming, I admit, “No, it’s not. I actually never made it up to New York.”
Hector laughs. “I wonder why.”
He walks over and places our coffees on the table, and as I slide my cup over, he takes a seat.
“So,” he begins, eyeing me meaningfully, “I guess this means Arden made it to you in time to stop you from making a huge mistake.”
“Hector!”
He shrugs. “Hey, I’m just telling it like it is.”
I sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. And, yes, he did make it to me in time to stop me. He intercepted me at the house before I left for the airport.” Softly, I add, “Thank you for that, by the way.”
