Page 54 of Entangled By You
She’s on it.
You headed back to the clubhouse?
Yeah. She needs space from me. Better for me to be there than her.
She’ll come around, man. Just give her some time.
Another text pops up from a familiar number. Of course, Harlow needed to add her two cents in.
Just not too much time. She’s stubborn and doesn’t know what’s best for herself sometimes. We can’t let her slip through our fingers again.
Don’t I fucking know it.
One Week Later
Lexi. Please talk to me.
Just let me explain.
I was trying to protect you.
I can look past what you did all those years ago if you just talk to me, baby, please.
Okay, I get it, you need space.
But like, how much space are we talking about, because I won’tlose you again.
Don’t forget to eat.
How was your first day at the salon?
Don’t work too hard today. And don’t skip lunch.
Please just talk to me, Princess.
I miss you.
You know it really fucking sucks that you’re doing the same thing you did all those years ago. I don’t know how many times I can tell you I’m in your corner, you’re it for me, and have you ignore that.
Disregard that. I’ll tell you every day until you hear me. I’m not going anywhere.
Fuck I miss holding you.
How are you feeling?
Princess. I love you.
I’m losing my mind. She won’t call me back. The string of texts I’ve sent over the last week still sit unanswered. The only reason I haven’t broken my self-imposed quarantine from her is that I know she’s okay. Harlow’s been checking in, keeping an eye on her, and relaying that information to me, so I don’t break. But it’s been a week of absolute silence, and it’s killing me.
I check my phone one last time—ten o’clock. Her shift at the salon started thirty minutes ago, and she won’t be back until six. I waited down the street in the opposite direction, watching her pull out and go about her morning like it was any other day.
Sitting on my bike, the early summer sun beats down onme as I look up at the townhouse. I have no reason to go in there. I moved out. Gave her back her space. But if I can’t be close to her right now, this is the next best thing.
I kick down my stand and throw my leg over, heading for the front door. The code goes in without issue.
She hasn’t changed it. That’s a sign, right?
The deadbolt whirs around as it magically unlocks, and I push inside. The house looks the same as it did when I left that morning. I shouldn’t expect any different, but when it feels like your entire life has been torn to pieces because the woman you love won’t give you the time of day for the second time in your life, it fucks with your head a bit.
