Chapter 8

Or anyone.

Especially not beautiful bastard exes that still had the power to make my heart go pitter-patter. Clearly, I’d fooled myself thinking I’d been over him.

I spent the entire day in a constant state of movement. Listened to music so loud I was surprised my neighbors didn’t complain. Watched a movie with lots of explosions so my brain couldn’t hear itself think. Baked an apple pie before midnight, ran on the treadmill for another hour after that, and jacked off—not thinking about Vee—in the shower until I finally trusted I was exhausted enough to fall asleep.

But sleep eluded me. I considered drinking myself into oblivion, but I wouldn’t appreciate that plan tomorrow. I couldn’t run anymore because I’d already run close to twenty miles.

Sighing, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself to the den where I threw myself on the couch. I spent the next few minutes checking my email, scrolling through my Facebook feed, and catching up on some news.