Chapter 41

Nia

The coffee tastes bitter, or maybe the coffee is good and it's my thoughts that leave the foul taste in my mouth. Repeatedly, I run phrases and snippets from last night in my head, which leave me restless and mostly. . .upset. It's been a while since I've slept by myself. I didn't want to sleep in Reeves' bed last night, I was too railed up. For a couple of hours I held up from even answering his message, but I knew he'd worry and probably come looking for me, and truth be told, I wasn't so inclined to see him.

How can someone tell you with the sincerest of stares that you're in his heart and the next day make sure the entire world knows there's nothing remotely serious between the two of you. I much rather he'd choose one approach and stick to it, the combination of warm and cold wears me out and drives me up the wall.