Lindsey
For some reason, I found my mind wandering to the whole “son” situation. How could Ben have had a child with anyone else but me? I wasn't tooting my own horn or thinking that I was holier than thou. I just felt like we'd had something phenomenal all those years ago. I mean, to me it had been so phenomenal that I hadn't been with anyone else since. I just couldn't. I'd been asked out a few times, but I couldn't even get to first base with anyone because I didn't truly love them. I needed to be in love to make love with someone. And this probably meant that I still wasn't over Ben. Not fully.
I knew the alcohol had made me feel less awkward, but I'd imagined us together so many times after he'd left. The other night together was better than I could've imagined. It had felt so right
