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?"