Chapter Eighteen
Why do I lose my s**t around Flynn? Why was I jealous Diana eyed him up as we walked past, and why the hell didn’t I just let him walk right back out of my life?
I am the woman who knows. I make the decisions, I don’t hesitate—but he throws me off my game and suddenly I don’t know what’s right anymore. As I stare out of the car window into the slow grind of traffic, my stomach churning with the turmoil and anticipation of the argument to come, I try to get a grip.
What exactly do I know? There are so few certainties in this situation. I know Flynn said he was in love with me. I know I was in love with him. In theory, then, we should just f**k and make up and live happily ever after.
Unfortunately, I also know he left me and I remember every detail of my breaking heart
