Last year when Josh and I got together, we agreed to keep things strictly physical.
And it was.
Until our casual hookups stopped feeling casual.
Having sex with him stopped being just about sex.
And the thought of calling a halt to it left me feeling empty and cold.
But Josh doesn’t “do” relationships, so I called it quits before I started to fall. Luckily, I was able to move on from the experience completely unscathed, my heart fully intact.
Or so I thought.
Until I saw him again.
His arm was wrapped around her. And unlike me, she isn’t a hookup or a “booty” call.
No, she’s the girlfriend he told me he didn’t want. And she’s getting from him everything he’d said he couldn’t give any girl.
So it turns out that Josh isn’t averse to being in a relationship after all. He simply hadn’t wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Release Date TBD
Where do we stand today, you ask? I haven’t seen my ex…whatever, since the disastrous Christmas dinner at Mitch’s grandparents house. At the time we hadn’t seen each other in months—since the last time we’d had sex, if you want to know the truth.
That last time, I remember sitting up in his bed and looking down at his sated, whiskered face and into his hooded eyes, and feeling my heart clench. Once the clenching stopped, the aching began and a terrifying realization dawned.
I could easily fall for this ridiculously talented and gorgeous man.
Dear God, what if I already have?
And that’s when I knew I had to end it.