It’s been two weeks since the breakup—two weeks of falling deeper and deeper into my little black hole. Two weeks of misery.
I miss him. I miss his smile. I miss his gray eyes. I miss his bossiness. I miss the way he seems to see so much more in me than anyone else does—not just physically, but emotionally. I miss his brave, kind, smart, funny, sexy, perfect attitude. I miss kissing him. I even miss making love to him.
Mostly.
I still have Valentina and Oded. I haven’t offered Valentina any outs, but I have approached Oded once or twice.
“It really isn’t necessary,” I always say. “Connor’s been leaving me alone.”
“All due respect, Ms. Taylor, but I work for Mr. Sharpe, and he believes it is necessary. Especially when the public finds out about the breakup.”
That’s some saving grace,
