The Trouble With Us: A Second Chance Love Triangle (The Forbidden Love 2)

I fall asleep while hugging the pillow and wake in the early morning with the sun barely risen. The phone beside me says it’s five a.m. I barely got any sleep, in and out of dreams, all involving Will.

Coffee is my only savior right now. I’m forced to take the long walk to the other end of the house, where the kitchen is located. A yawn follows each footstep I take as I drag my weary self.

The sun begins to filter through the kitchen though not too bright. When I see Will sitting at the table, I move toward the coffee machine, his head is bowed down, and his hair is a beautiful wild mess.

“Hey.” I purse my lips, trying to keep this civil. Chances are his memory of last night is vague.

He lifts his head, clearing the rasp in his throat. “Morning.”

“Pounding head?”

“You could say that.”

I pour myself a coffee, then turn and lean against the countertop while my hands wrap around the mug.

“You had a lot to drink last night,” I remind him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that drunk.”

Will remains quiet, only for me to notice a bandage around his hand. I move toward him and scrape my finger along it but gently.

“What happened to your hand?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I think I punched a wall.”

I sigh heavily. “You were upset, and you had every right to be.”

“What did I say?”

“Nothing which didn’t need to be said,” I tell him, backing away and drinking my coffee.

I’ve resigned myself to knowing I’m not so innocent in all of this. My actions held consequences, and the moment I chose to accept Austin’s proposal, the ramifications were staring me in the face. I just decided to ignore them because I was in denial.

“Anyway, I’ll leave you be.” I place two Advil down on the table in front of him. “A wise man once told me to take two of these before bed. But since that wise man wouldn’t have listened last night, here you are.”

With my mug still in my hand, I take a few steps before he calls my name.

“I’d still like to have breakfast if you’re up for it?”

I smile with a nod. “Of course, I’ll be ready soon.”

The café is only a few minutes away and quiet for this time of the morning. We chose a table outside, welcoming the fresh morning air.

“I p

ropose we put yesterday behind us for breakfast and talk about something else if that is okay?”

Will nods, looking relieved. Considering he is still hungover, he scrubbed up well after a shower, dressed in his tanned shorts and a white tee. He left the beard unshaven, but nevertheless, Will still looks incredibly handsome.

“I wanted to ask you how work is going. I mean, I know you are back, but how was London?”

“London itself is wet.” He chuckles softly, taking a sip of his espresso. “But I spent a lot of time abroad and in Europe.”

“I love Europe. Every summer we used to go to our chateau in France. I had such good memories as a kid.”

“France is beautiful.”

“I miss traveling. It’s one thing my parents did well. They really opened the world up to my sisters and me.”

He raises his brows, rubbing his chin. “What’s stopping you?”