Alone with Alec

Wyla dropped Alec and me off at his car, which he left parked near the club. Alec unlocked the doors and held my door open for me. All I could do was stare into the interior of the car.

Was this a mistake? Realistically, nothing had changed other than we missed each other. Alec had mistrusted me, and I hadn't done anything worth changing his mind.

If I went back to him, wouldn't it be the same? Sure, we might be okay for a while, but those thoughts would always niggle in the back of his head.

Was there a cure for jealousy and mistrust? Or was it that you trusted someone implicitly or didn't? People worked these issues out all the time, didn't they?

I hoped so. I loved Alec and wanted to be with him. I didn't want to live in a house made of eggshells, forever worried that I might smile at another man too long or that a friendly conversation might be interpreted as flirting.

"Are you okay?" Alec asked.

"Yes, I guess."

"Are you getting in?"