Felicity...
When I woke up the next day, he was gone. I guess the meeting was pursued by the owner of the resort. I always found myself in bed when, the night before, we were on the couch on the balcony, lying with Jonathan, my face on his legs, while he was doing something on his tablet.
He let me use his tablet because he took my phone, and there was no social media installed on the tablet. I stretched in a tangle of sheets that smelled like Jonathan and breathed in the salt-tinged breeze drifting through the open balcony doors.
I lay there for a while, thinking about the night and the day before. Then the weeks before and the few months since I’d met Jonathan. Then beyond that. Back to Jack, whom I had dated. Back to a time when I’d been so certain I would marry Jack, who loved me
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