Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Blakely

Something crunches beneath me.

I rummage under my stomach and pull out a sleeve of crackers. Whoops .

It’s dark outside, but the open curtains allow enough light to see around me. I grab my phone and check the time. It’s three in the morning.

My screen is filled with texts. I ignore them all except for the top one.

Renn: I’m worried about you. I know you want space, and I understand. I can’t imagine how you feel, and it kills me that I don’t know. I’m trying to balance honoring your wishes and following my heart. I need to hold you. Please, call me.

Renn .

I want to talk to him. I want to make this all okay between us. But I don’t know what to say … or if I can make it work between us.

I can’t imagine how you feel, and it kills me that I don’t know. I’m trying to balance honoring your wishes and following my heart. I need to hold you.

That’s what I want too. Renn’s arms.

I’ve never wanted to be held more.

We’ll have to talk. I know that. I want that. But not at three in the morning. Not when my hand is throbbing. Not when my eyes are so heavy.

Texting is hard, but I manage.

Me: I’m confused and scared. That’s honesty. My hand hurts. My pride is bruised, too. I’m sorry for whatever happened after I left. I know I’m not responsible, but my heart hurts for you, anyway. Maybe I am responsible for leaving. I’m just trying to do the right thing. We haven’t been alone since we got married. Maybe we should think about this. In the words of the great Ella St. James, there’s a difference between a fling, feelings, and forever. I’m just not sure where we fall. Good night, Renn. Xo

I drop the phone and fall back asleep.