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2. Sexual compatibility
2. We know each other (really know deep down, not just stupid shit like favorite song or color).
3. I love her and promise to spend the rest of my life bringing a smile to her face every day.
I laugh. I can’t help it. He crossed out compatibility. And that we get along. Very honest of him. I raise my eyes to meet his. “Out of curiosity, why did you cross out sexual compatibility?”
“Oh, because it’s basically the same as the sex being fucking fantastic and I didn’t want the bulk of the list to be just about sex. Because we aren’t just about sex, Tabs. We are about so much more, and even if you don’t believe me now, just give me a chance to prove it to you, please?”
His eyes wide and pleading, handsome face so hopeful.
Still, I wait a moment before saying anything.
“He isn’t coming,” I say softly.
“Who isn’t coming? What do you mean?”
“Hunter isn’t coming. He called it off.” I point to the note on the floor, where Angela returned it after reading. Pax looks down in disgust.
“He wrote you a note to tell you he wasn’t coming? To call off your wedding?” he asks, confirming what I just told him.
I nod.
“My god, Tabs. Are you okay?” He palms my cheek, his expression full of concern.
I laugh again. “You spend all this effort telling me why he’s wrong for me, including making a list, then you ask me if I’m okay that he dumped me?”
Pax runs a hand down the front of his face, his other hand still holding on to mine. “Yeah, I guess that is kind of fucked up. But, yes. I want you to be happy. I just don’t think it’s going to happen with him.”
“For what it’s worth, I don’t either,” I tell him.
His eyes light. “You don’t?”
I shake my head. “I had my doubts anyway. Then something happened that I thought changed everything, and it turned out I was wrong. But I knew for sure when I read the note he sent.”
I hold his gaze before I share this next part with him, wanting him to see it in my eyes and on my face, so that he knows for certain. “I didn’t feel sad after I read the note. My first emotion was relief. After that, it was hurt pride because he left me and not the other way around. I’ve known for a while that it wasn’t going to work, that I didn’t feel about him the way I should.”
“Why were you going through with it then?” Pax asks.
I let out a deep breath and look away for a moment. “Good question.” I meet his eyes. “It wouldn’t have lasted long if we had gone through with it. I know that. But I think a part of me figured I had to follow through with my commitment to him. Even though I knew I wasn’t in love with him.”
“Not your smartest move, Tabs,” Pax says, stepping in closer, his arms moving to bracket me on either side. His hips pin me against the wall.
“I know,” I say softly.
“You don’t love him?”
I shake my head.
“And you aren’t sad about it?”
I shake my head again, a small smile playing on my face.
“What do you think about my argument where you and I are concerned?”
“It has merit,” I say breathlessly, our faces barely an inch apart, my heart beats rapidly. I can’t believe he’s here. That he’s done this. It’s crazy, but incredible. I’m scared and exhilarated. And when I see reflected in his eyes what I know is shining from mine, I realize it’s always been Pax. He’s always owned my heart, no matter where we’ve been or what we’ve done.
His eyes drop to my lips. My tongue darts out to wet them and his pupils dilate.
