Page 40 of Salvage Him
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Brooklyn
Iheaded back upto my apartment confused as to why I told Harrison my life story. Hedidn'task.
Talking to him made me feel better. It was nice to speak to someone who understood the fragile balance between a Dom andhissub.
When I walked away, I figured that part of my life would be a part of my adventurous past. Something I did, not whoIwas.
Now, I wasn'tsosure.
I tried to wait up for Abbie but drifted in and out ofsleep.
"Brookie." Abbie poked her head intomyroom.
I sat up. It wastwoa.m.
"I'mup."
She crawled intomybed.
"How was your night?" Iasked.
"Fun." She yawned and pulled the covers up to her chin. "I did a scene with that guy. He was interesting.Strange."
"Why strange?" Iasked.
"After the scene, he wanted my number. Asked if we could go out to dinner while I'm here." Abbie's voice soundedslurred.
"So."
"I'm like, dude, it was fun, but it's over." She kicked the covers and flopped on herstomach.
"Maybe he liked what you put on him." I laidbackdown.
"Well, of course, he did, but I'm not looking for a relationship." She shuddered as she spit out the wordrelationship.
"Why not?" I pushed the covers off and sat back up. I reached for thelight.
"Jeez." She pulled the comforter over her eyes. "Turn off thelight."
"Abbie."
"Brooklyn," she said. Her voicemuffled.
I looked out the window across from my bed. I hated this room. It was barely furnished, a bed with a built-in nightstand and a chair by thewindow.
I had asked Paul if I could stage it. At least, it would be all set when we sold it, but he insisted I not waste my time or money and concentrate on the newhouse.
Abbie flipped the covers off her head andsatup.
"What are you asking me?" She glaredatme.
"Did I make a mistake . . . marrying Paul?" Iasked.
“Way to change the subject, Brookie.”—Abbie rubbed her face in her hand—“I understand why you did it but maybe the reason isn't relevant anylonger."
My bestie had a way of making itplain.
