Page 91 of Pretty Obsessed

“I probably could be getting more work done someplace else, but I don’t feel like I’m behind anymore if that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t.” He curled his fingers around the back of my neck urging me closer. “I thought you were late when we met.”

“I was, but this book is going to end up nearly twice as long as my others. It’s more and I’ve decided that I have to forgive myself and not blame myself for this book requiring more, more of me, more words, more plot, more time. I had a lot going on and wasn’t in the headspace to write it. You’ve helped me too.”

“Did I?” he asked, the delight taking shape on his lips.

“Part of coming to terms with that and the headspace and the cabin. Thank you.”

He parted my lips with his tongue and let me thank him with a kiss. “Does that mean you’ll stay a little while longer?”

“A little while, but not too long. Now that it’s flowing, I need to finish. You’re a little bit of a distraction.”

“Only a little?” he asked grabbing my bulge, eliciting a groan.

“More than a little.”

“I want you right here, but I’ll be good and take you upstairs.”

“Good, because I don’t want pictures of my ass on TMZ.”

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I regretted leaving the moment the plane took off, and I had hours to agonize over the decision. The hell of knowing it could be forever. That our story could be over.

I landed to messages. More than I expected.

River: This is way less fun without you.

River: Even Iris says it sucks without you, and at this point, you need to become the sixth member of Pretty Broken for his sake.

I laughed, flipping through them.

River: I have a proposition

River: Let me know when you land I’d rather discuss it over a video call.

I rubbed my thumb over the picture he sent of him and Iris backstage before the show, wishing I was there.

Another message came through.

Ex-hole: We need to talk.

I cringed.

Nothing good could come from that conversation. He didn’t have any ground to stand on, did he? We’d been broken up long before I met River.

I hovered between replying to him and River.

I chose River.

Emory: I’m on the ground. Let me get an uber back to my place before we talk.

Emory: It’s probably the middle of the night there or something.

I tried to math in my head, but I was too tired after staying awake the entire flight home to write. I’d picked up my phone over and over, but being the cheap ass who refused to pay for in-flight web paid off. It forced my brain to remain focused when it wanted to do anything else. I needed to go home and edit these pages and send them to my editor. Maybe sleep-deprived produced crap.

Quickly I added his time zone to my smartwatch, knowing it would come in handy.

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