Chapter 25

 

I haven't spoken to Michael since that night. He has given me space, just like he promised, but every day that passes without hearing from him only makes the ache in my chest grow stronger. I miss him—miss our conversations, our connection, the way he makes me feel like i am the only person in the world when he looks at me.

 

But is this enough to erase the doubts that now lingers in my mind?

 

I continue swarming myself with work but while I am working through a particularly frustrating client meeting, my phone buzzes again. This time, it isn't Greg.

 

It is Michael.

 

My heart race as i stare down at his name on the screen. I hesitate for a moment before opening the message.

 

Michael: I know you need space, but I just wanted to check in. I'm still here when you're ready to talk.