“Dude, I’m taking you to the hospital. You could have food poisoning.”
I sluggishly fall across my bed and mumble, “I’ll be fine. Whatever I ate is already out. I just need sleep.”
“I’m staying the night.” From the determination in Jaxson’s voice, I know it won’t help to argue.
“Fine.” I hardly get the word out as I start to drift off.
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It took me half the morning to convince Jaxson that I’m fine, even though I feel like death warmed over.
I stare at the message I just received from Willow, thinking about what happened between us.
Do we give this thing between us a chance, or do we go on with our lives?
Knowing that she didn’t intentionally hurt me, makes a difference. Hell, we both screwed up. I’m just as guilty as she is. If we didn’t jump to conclusions, we’d probably still be together.
Maybe we should at least try and go on one date, and see how we feel afterward?
Maybe not.
I guess the only question I should be asking myself is whether Willow is worth the chance?
I take a deep breath. There’s no way I can walk away from her, especially now that I know she was upset because she thought I was screwing around.
She was upset because she cared for me.
That makes all the difference in the world.
I reread her message before typing my reply.
Willow: Please can we meet for dinner?
Me: My place. Saturday.
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WILLOW
I’ve been on edge all day. I’m filled with anxious excitement, knowing that I’ll be seeing Marcus in a few seconds.
I stare up at his apartment building as I take a deep breath.
“Stay calm. Don’t panic. This is the chance you’ve been waiting for. Don’t mess it up again.”
Yeah right, I’m only getting myself more worked up with the stupid speech.
“Here goes nothing,” I whisper as I walk through the entrance.
My heart starts to hammer wildly as I walk down the hallway, and when I reach Marcus’ front door, the thing is ready to beat right out of my chest.
I send up a little prayer that things will work out and then knock.
I hear movement on the other side of the door, and it makes my excitement spike sharply. When Marcus opens the door, I immediately start to talk.
“I have something to say. Hear me out before I lose my nerve. I’m sorry I got drunk at your launch. I saw you with a brunette and assumed you slept with her. I was hurt and overreacted.”
It’s so good to see him again. I have thought of him every single day over the past three years. It feels like only yesterday that I got drunk at the launch.