The Revival (Awakenings Book 5)

The Revival (Awakenings Book 5)

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Cian and Margo try to find their way back to each other. Pronunciation and meanings of the Irish words: Aoife- ‘Ee-fa’ Breandan- ‘Brendon’ Cian- ‘Key-an’ Daideó- ‘dadj yoh’ grandpa Eoin- ‘Oh in’ Áilleacht- ‘awl-yukht’ beauty Mhamó- ‘mum oh’ grandma Chuisle- ‘koo-shla’ a romantic term, literally means pulse Eejit- ‘ee-jit’ foolish person Gobdaw- ‘gob-da’ idiot Leanbh- ‘l-yon-ov’ my child Muppet- dummy Nollaig Shona- ‘Nul eek hon a’ merry Christmas. Pissing-raining Póg mo thoin- ‘pog ma hone’ kiss my ass “You’ve got a face on you like a well slapped backside”-angry Wagon- An overbearing, contrary and unattractive woman

Summary

Cian and Margo try to find their way back to each other.

Pronunciation and meanings of the Irish words:
Aoife- ‘Ee-fa’
Breandan- ‘Brendon’
Cian- ‘Key-an’
Daideó- ‘dadj yoh’ grandpa
Eoin- ‘Oh in’
Áilleacht- ‘awl-yukht’ beauty
Mhamó- ‘mum oh’ grandma
Chuisle- ‘koo-shla’ a romantic term, literally means pulse
Eejit- ‘ee-jit’ foolish person
Gobdaw- ‘gob-da’ idiot
Leanbh- ‘l-yon-ov’ my child
Muppet- dummy
Nollaig Shona- ‘Nul eek hon a’ merry Christmas.
Pissing-raining
Póg mo thoin- ‘pog ma hone’ kiss my ass
“You’ve got a face on you like a well slapped backside”-angry
Wagon- An overbearing, contrary and unattractive woman

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Noise cancelling headphones are a joke.  They do not work.  At all.  I loved Xander.  Dearly.  He was one of my best friends, but I was absolutely ready for him to get the hell out of my apartment.  All him and Jordyn did was hump like bunnies and I was done listening to it.  I would  stay in the living room with the volume on the tv turned up as loud as I could handle it and I still heard them.  It made me very uncomfortable to sit next to Cian while we heard Jordyn spank his brother’s ass.  And maybe it made me a little horny because I wanted Cian to take me over his knee, but he kept his hands to himself.

The day for Xander to head back to Michigan finally came and I shoved him out of the apartment with as much love as I could muster.  “Next time, get a hotel,”  I snapped at Jordyn.

She glared at me.  I had my back to her and I could still feel the holes she was making in the back of my head.  “You know, you have a perfectly good piece of meat just one room away from you.  Go get it.”

I spun on heel and did my own glaring.  “I can’t.  You know I can’t.  Cian doesn’t respect my boundaries and I can’t be with him if that’s the case.”

Jordyn rolled her eyes at me.  “You could use some extracurricular activity, though.”  I huffed at her.  “Fine, then don’t bitch when you’re wound too tight.  It’s not my fault I was getting fantastic sex nightly and you weren’t.”

While that was true, it didn’t help me calm down at all.  I was just grateful I was going to get a decent night of sleep finally.  Cian and Kyle walked through the door and I promptly went to my room.  I didn’t trust myself to not rip Cian’s clothes off and ride him in front of everyone.

Cian and Kyle had gotten to be friends over the couple weeks that Xander had been with us.  They were both Doms and had plenty to talk about.  The conversation would usually turn to me since I was done some subbing for both of them.  Without fail, Cian would stiffen and glare at Kyle when they talked about my submission, even though Kyle was gay.

That night I woke up panicked, soaking in a cold sweat.  I still dreamt about the abduction, but it was less frequent.  I gave up hope of getting any more sleep that night.  It was almost 1 am.  I groaned and placed a pillow over my face.  Maybe if I cut off my air supply I’d get some rest.  Then I heard the quiet humming from Cian’s room.  It was a terrible idea.  A very terrible, no good, awful idea, but I needed sleep.  

I got out of bed and cracked my door open, looking around to see if Jordyn was up.  I didn’t see her so I padded quietly to Cian’s room.  I didn’t even bother knocking.  I shut the door behind me and just watched Cian work on his keyboard for a moment.  He would play a few notes, write something down, play a few more notes, erase something.  I finally found the courage to approach Cian and pulled an earbud from his ear.  “Mm,” he mumbled, leaning his head back against my stomach as if it was perfectly normal for me to waltz into his room in the middle of the night.  “Hi.”

“Hi,”  I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

Cian spun around in his chair, wrapping his arms around my waist, and resting his chin on my stomach.  “What’s up, buttercup?”

I giggled, uncomfortably and shifted my weight from foot to foot.  “I don’t know.”  Cian raised an eyebrow.  “I had a bad dream and I couldn’t get back to sleep,” I pouted.

“Come on,”  Cian replied, taking my hand and leading me to his bed.  “Sleep here.”  He crawled into the bed and pulled his blankets down to invite me in.

“Aren’t you still working?  I don’t want to interrupt you.”  Even as I said it, I was curling myself into his side.

Cian pulled his blankets around both of us then played with my hair.  “My work doesn’t mean anything if you need me.”

I felt mildly guilty.  I knew Cian still wanted to be with me.   Hell, I still wanted to be with him.  It just couldn’t happen.  Sleeping in his bed was probably not the best thing to do when he were trying to be friends.  I stopped caring as exhaustion hit me.  Cian rubbed my foot with his and I fell asleep to him humming a tune I had never heard before.

 

——

 

I woke up to the feeling of Cian using me as a piano.  His fingers tapped out random rhythms.  I pretended to still be sleeping so I could enjoy him playing me a little more.  He brushed his nose  along the shell of my ear.  “I know you’re awake.”

I giggled and turned to look at him.  “How did you know that?”

“I know you,” he shrugged and brush my wild hair away from my face.  “How did you sleep?”

“Good, actually.”  I stretched, feeling my body pop and crack.  “Thank you for letting me crash here.”

Cian played with the hem of my shirt.  “No problem.  My bed is always open to you.”

I sighed.  Every conversation we had went back to us being together, or not being together as the situation would have it.  I crawled out of his bed and headed for the kitchen to make coffee.  I needed coffee if I was going to deal with Cian.  “Why do you always do that?”

“You want me to lie to you,”  Cian asked, louder than was necessary.

I glared at him.  “Don’t be stupid.”  I grabbed the coffee and spilled it all over the floor.  “Damn it!”  I went to grab the broom but Cian already had it.  “You always say something about our relationship.  I’m not changing my mind.  You and I,”  I motioned between us.  “Will never happen again.  Stop pushing it.”  I turned and smacked my head against the cupboard door I had left open.  “Son of a bitch!”

Cian quickly came to look at me, but I pushed him away with a frustrated groan.  “What the fuck is going on here,”  Jordyn asked, yawning.  She was wearing one of Xander’s t-shirts.  

“Nothing!”  I stomped to my room and slammed the door.

“I don’t know what you did, but I swear to fuck I cut off your balls and feed them to wild dogs.”  I heard Jordyn through the door.

I rubbed the sore spot on my head.  “Jordyn,” I scolded.  

She walked into my room a few minutes later with a cup of coffee.  “So you slept in Cian’s room?”

I rolled my eyes.  I did not want to have that discussion.  “I had a bad dream.  Cian helps make them go away.”

“Totally, I get it,” Jordyn said, leaning against my headboard.  I stared at her.  I was certain that something was wrong with her.  She always had something to say.  “But,” there it was.  I sighed.  “if you aren’t going to be with him you’re walking on thin ice.  You’re going to hurt Cian, or worse, yourself.  You need to be with him or completely let him go.”

“Can you just get out?”  I covered my face with a pillow.  I knew I was being a bitch, but I didn’t want a lecture.  I heard her sigh and felt the bed shift as she got up.  

I felt so agitated, I couldn’t sit still.  I got up and showered, but that didn’t help.  I decided to take a walk around Central Park, but remembered I’d left one of my pillows in Cian’s room.  I walked into his room to grab and immediately regretted it.  He was touching himself and it was so damn sexy I felt dizzy.  I whimpered and left his room, cursing myself.  I just needed to get out and be alone.

I spent the entire day in the park, avoiding my house.  Cian kept calling me and I would ignore him.  Talking to Cian was the opposite of what I needed to do.  I sent Jordyn a text so she didn’t worry.

Once it started getting dark I figured it was safe to go home.  On my way I heard squeaking.  I could not figure out what it was or where it was coming from.  I followed the sound as best as I could and realized it was coming from a bush.  I squatted down to find out what it was.  The saddest looking kitten I had ever seen was cowering in the bush.  I untangled it from the branches and picked it up.  His black fur was matted and he was much too skinny.  I loved him.  He looked as broken as I felt.  I scratched behind his ears and he curled into my hand.  He was so little.  He was mine.

I took him back to the apartment and gave him a bath.  Caked mud and blood rinsed off him, turning the bath an ugly shade of red.  “What the heck happened you, little guy?”  I took as much care as I could washing him, his soft ‘mews’ warmed my heart.  I got him out once he was clean and wrapped him in a hand towel.  “Are you hungry?”  He mewed.  I didn’t have any animal food, so I got him a bowl of milk.  I warmed up some chicken and cut it into tiny pieces, hoping that would satisfy him until I could get him real cat food.  Once he seemed finished I took him back to my room and made a little bed for him on my bed.  “Can I keep you?”  He mewed again and I giggled.  “What should I name you?”  He nuzzled my cheek and purred in my ear.  “I think you look like a ‘Maestro’.  Is that good?”

“Who the hell are you talking to?”  I heard Jordyn ask.  She walked to my room and immediately stopped at the door.  “What is that?”

I looked at her like she was crazy.  “It’s a cat.”

“I know it’s a cat,”  she said.  “Why is it here?”

“I found him and now he’s mine,” I answered.

Cian walked up behind Jordyn.  “What’s yours?”

“Maestro.”  I held the little ball of black fur up in my hand for Cian to see.  He came in and took the cat from me. 

Jordyn walked away mumbling, “I am not taking care of that thing.”

Cian and I rolled our eyes.  “He does look like a ‘Maestro’,” Cian agreed.   “You ‘maestro’ means ‘master’ in Italian.”

I shook my head.  “I didn’t know that.  But it fits.  He’s already the master of my heart,”  I said in a baby voice giving Maestro a nosy.  

“Where did you find him,”  Cian asked, laying down on his side and scratching Maestro.  

“In the park.  He didn’t look very well taken care of.  Look.”  I handed Cian my phone to show him some before photos I’d taken.

Cian frowned scrolling through the pictures.  He handed the phone back to me.  “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Ok.”  I laid down on my side so Cian and I were face to face.  

Cian’s lip twitched as though he was going to smile, but didn’t.  “I’m going to start looking for my own place.”

My heart sank.  “Oh.”  I blinked back tears and looked at Maestro, who had made himself comfortable between Cian and me.  “Do you not like living with us?”

Cian reached out and twirled a strand of hair around his index finger.  “You know that isn’t it.”

I sniffled.  “Are you unhappy?” 

Cian was silent, so I glanced at him.  He was staring at the ceiling, thinking.  “I don’t think this is really good for either of us, do you?”  I shrugged.  “If you want us to be friends then we need to get over each other, right?  I’m not sure I can do that at all, but I know I can’t if I’m always around you.”  I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip to keep the tears away.  “I want you to be happy, even if that’s never with me.”

I nodded again, afraid to speak.  Cian stared at me, brushing my cheek with his thumb.  “You’re probably right.  I kind of like you here, though.”

Cian didn’t say anything, but moved his thumb to my bottom lip.  His eyes were so dark they looked like midnight.  Kiss me.  I knew if he kissed me then I would have given in.  Cian blinked and then turned onto his back, his arm under his head.  “Did you enjoy the show earlier?”

“What sh,”  I started before remembering walking in on him.  “Oh.  Shut up.”  I slapped his arm.  “Is that why you want to leave?”

“I don’t want to leave,” Cian corrected me.  “I have to.  But no, that isn’t why.  I don’t care if you see that, we’ve done worse.”

I smirked, remembering some of the dirtier things we did together.  “I did,”  I answered his earlier question.  I saw Cian smirk.  I pouted, thinking about Cian leaving us to live somewhere else.  I was a horribly, selfish person.  “What if I have a bad dream?”

“You can call me.”  Cian closed his eyes as Maestro climbed onto his stomach and curled into a ball.  I closed my own eyes and fell asleep scratching Maestro.

 

——

 

Between Cian opening his store and my crazy class schedule, we hardly saw each other.  It wasn’t fair to Cian, but whenever I had a bad dream I would crawl into his bed.  He’d hold me until I’d fall asleep and then we’d both pretend nothing happened the next morning.  

Maestro was fattening up nicely and was quite the playful little guy.  Jordyn would never admit it, but I think she had a soft spot for him.  

Jordyn’s class schedule was as crazy as mine.  She was taking some hard core math classes to be an architect.  The girl was brilliant.  I could barely add two and two together.  We had enough time in our schedules to meet daily for lunch and we were both taking the same English class.  

I had decided to major in psychology, so I was taking as many classes that pertained to that as I could.  After the first week of classes one of my professors, the one that taught my class the previous year, approached me.  “I’m glad to see you’re taking more classes this year.”

“Oh, I love it,”  I replied.  “I find it fascinating to know what makes people tick.”

Professor Albright moved from behind to desk to sit on it.  “You hinted at your own trauma last year.  I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it.”  I didn’t want to talk about it, but that never helped anyone.  I told her the whole story.  “Have you ever considered starting a group where survivors of tragic incidents can come together?”  I hadn’t ever thought of that.  “I think it’d be an excellent project for you.  If you think you might be interested, I’d be happy to help you.”

“That’s a lot to think about,”  I said, shocked at the whole idea.  “I will definitely think about it and get back to you.” 

When I got home that evening I found Cian on the couch watching tv.  I sighed heavily and plopped down next to him.  “Rough day,” he asked, massaging my scalp.  I nodded, groaning from the head rub.  “Want to talk about it?”

“My favorite psychology professor approached me about starting a group for people that have experienced trauma of some,” I explained, curling my feet on the couch and laying my head in Cian’s lap.  “I guess just to get together and share their experiences with people that understand.  I don’t know.”  Maestro tried to jump onto the couch and missed, so he clawed his way up.  “I guess I’m stressed.  School just started and I have a bunch of work to do, but all I want to do is make a cave out of blankets and hide from the world.”

Cian hummed in response and continued scratching my head.  I wanted to stay there forever.  “I get it.  I’m feeling the stress of starting the new store.  There’s so much to do still, but I need to wait on everyone else to get their shit together before I can do anything.”

I looked up at Cian.  I hadn’t noticed how tired he looked.  His usually vibrant blue eyes were dull with bags underneath.  He looked paler than usual and his hair that was usually a perfect mess, was just a mess.  I brushed my index finger across his cheek, under his eye.  “You look so tired.”

Cian smiled at me, copying what I had done to him.  “You do, too.” He scratched behind Maestro’s ears.  “I think you should start that group thing.  It could be good for you.”

I nodded and stood up with a yawn.  I stretched, raising my arms above my head and arching my back.  When I finished I looked back at Cian, who tried to make it look like he hadn’t been gawking.  “How’s the apartment hunt?”

“Not super,” Cian replied.  “There’s nothing decent in my price range.”

I shrugged and yawned again.  “You could just stay here.”  Cian smiled sadly at me.  My shoulders slumped.  I missed him being happy and carefree.  I missed him being playful.  I pouted and told Cian goodnight before crawling into my own bed and deciding I wasn’t going to go to his room that night.

 

——

 

Despite my nightmare, I stayed in my room that night.  It seemed like I was running on fumes by the time I made it to class.  I almost fell asleep several times.  I was a damn wreck.  No amount of caffeine helped wake me up, it just made me fidgety.  Once my morning class ended and I had lunch with Jordyn, I had a couple hours before my next class, so I decided to find Professor Albright.

I found her in her office, snacking on carrots.  She greeted me with a warm smile when I knocked.  I sat down and tapped my hands on my knees.  She waited patiently.  “I think I’d like to start that group.  I have no idea what I’m doing,” I told her.

Professor Albright scrunched up her nose in a friendly smirk.  “I’m happy to help you.  At this point the campus won’t allow you to do anything official.  They’re cracking down on sanctioned school clubs.”

I frowned.  “Then how will I be able to do this without the support of the school?”

“I’ve had many students approached me about a group like this,” she said, leaning forward on her desk.  “Whenever someone would ask I would take their information.  I approached you about starting it because I see an empathetic leader in you.  Getting interested people won’t be an issue.”

“I’m happy to do it in my house.  Is that allowed,” I asked, feeling more excited about helping others.

Professor Albright nodded.  “You can do whatever you want in your house.  The school can’t say anything about that.”

We spent the next hour discussing how to start the group, where, what time, how I should lead.  I took notes diligently.  Professor Albright said she would contact everyone on her list and tell them what we were starting and ask if she could give me their numbers.  

I left her office feeling more accomplished than I had in weeks.  I felt more energetic and was able to get through my next two classes more easily than my first class.  

I wanted to tell Cian about my day when I got home, but he was nowhere to be found.  Jordyn was in her room talking to Xander on the phone.  I didn’t want to interrupt their time, but I wanted to spend time with Jordyn so I grabbed some of my assignments and sat on the floor.

Jordyn was absolutely giddy.  I had never seen her so happy and it made me happy to know that she had someone to take care of her.  I was only mildly jealous that I didn’t have that anymore.  Although if I had to choose, I’d rather she have her happily ever after.  I couldn’t make out anything Xander was saying, but I heard his low voice over Jordyn’s phone.  Whatever he said made her blush.  It must’ve been insanely dirty because Jordyn was never phased.  I didn’t even want to know what he said to her.  After another hour or so of listening to their sickening love banter, they got off the phone.  I told Jordyn how my talk with Professor Albright went.  It was unsettling seeing Jordyn so happy.  

“This is amazing,” Jordyn practically screamed.  “How can I help?  What do you need from me?”  Her smile blinded me.

“I need you to relax, woman,” I giggled.  Her mood was contagious.  

Jordyn shrugged.  “Sorry, not sorry.”  I laughed with her.  

I heard the keys in the door jingle and my heart jumped into my throat.  I ran to the door to greet Cian, anxious to talk to him, but stopped dead in my tracks, my heart falling to the floor.   I watched Cian usher in the most beautiful woman in the entire world.  His hand rested on the small of her back and she tossed her head full of thick, blond waves back as she laughed at something Cian said.  “Oh, Margo, this is Tara,”  Cian said when he noticed me.

Tara stuck out her perfectly manicured hand. “Cian said he lived with a couple girls.” Girls?  That’s exactly what I felt like.  A stupid, ignorant girl with a crush on the most unattainable boy at school.  I smiled at her and shook her hand despite myself.  “Margie was your name?”

I cringed and dug my nails into my left palm.  “Margo,”  I enunciated the ‘o’.  Tara shrugged.  I imagined clawing up her pretty face.  “Did you guys want anything to drink or anything?”  My mama taught me to be nice even if I was planning a murder in my mind.

Cian smiled at me.  It looked a lot like the smile he’d give me when we were younger and I embarrassed him, but he couldn’t say anything or Aoife would beat his ass.  I felt so small, so young, like I was five all over again.  “Beer,”  Cian responded and looked at Tara, waiting for a response.  She nodded in return.  I walked to the kitchen and tried to catch my breath.  

Jordyn walked in and silently asked what was wrong.  I nodded toward the living room where the tall, leggy, buxom blond sat flirting shamelessly with Cian.  Jordyn glared at me.  “I will cut a bitch.”  She made a slicing motion across her neck.  I laughed.  I wanted Cian to get over me.  I wanted him happy.  I didn’t want it shoved in my face.  But what should I expect living with him?

I grabbed the beers and went back into the living room.  I handed Cian and Tara each a beer.  “Thanks, Margie,” Tara said, not even taking her eyes off Cian.

“It’s Margo,”  I ground out.  I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they would break.

Cian glanced at me and smirked.  He leaned against the back of the couch and put his arm around the back, his fingertips brushing Tara’s blouse.  “Tara is helping get the store of the ground with advertising and what not.”

“That’s just swell,” I said.  Cian raised an eyebrow.  “I have to study.  So, yeah.”  I walked away mumbling random sounds.  I went into my room and knew Jordyn was following me.  She paused at my door and I knew she was giving Cian her stare of death.  I shivered.  Having been on the other side of it, I knew how terrifying it was.  

I collapsed on my bed with a depressing groan.  “You know, you could have him,”  Jordyn said as she sat next to me.

I glared at her.  “Right now I don’t need you to tell me how you think I’m fucking everything up.  If Cian likes her then I’ll deal with it.  He should be happy.”

Jordyn rolled her eyes dramatically, but kept silent.  She shooed Maestro away when he came to lay between us.  He mewed at her, then made a spot for himself at the top of my head.  “Stupid, fucking thing.”  I heard Jordyn mumble.  I might’ve laughed, but I didn’t feel happy enough to laugh.  

 

——

 

I woke up early the next morning, determined to not see Cian on my way out.  I felt the bile rise in my throat when I saw Tara at the kitchen sink wearing one of Cian’s shirts and helping herself to our coffee.  The panic overwhelmed me and I had to leave before I did something stupid.  I turned to run out of the apartment, but Cian was there, fresh out of the shower and smelling as intoxicating as ever.  “Hey, where you going so fast?”

“Class,” I mumbled, leaving as quickly as I could.  

The whole day was just one colossal mess.  I stopped at a coffee shop on my way to class and promptly spilled it all over myself.  I had thought it was the wrong day, so I went to the wrong class and missed the class I was supposed to go to.  At lunch Jordyn reminded me that Tara was in our house that morning, and told me all about how trashy she looked and how much she flirted with Cian.  I tripped going down the stairs and had to go to the clinic instead of my second class and was awarded a shiny new pair of crutches for my sprained ankle.  I got one of my crutches stuff in the door of the subway.  Once I finally made it home I couldn’t manage to grab the right key for the door and then dropped my key ring anyway.  As I was struggling to grab my keys, Cian opened the door, then bent to grab my keys when he saw me.  “What the hell did you do, Margo?”

“What does it look like, asshole,”  I asked, absolutely furious with the day I’d had.  “I fucking fell down some stairs.”

Cian grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and brought it to me in my room.  “Why didn’t you call me?  I would’ve gladly come to help you.”

I snatched the ice pack from Cian’s hand.  I blamed him for my entire day going to hell.  “I don’t need you.”

I caught the hurt expression on Cian’s face before he recovered.  “Was Jordyn with you?”

“No one was with me,”  I answered, trying to shimmy out of my shorts so I could put pajamas on.  “Jordyn has been in class all afternoon.  I tried calling her, but it went to voicemail.”

“Oh, Margo,”  Cian whined.  

I hated him and his useless pity.  “Can you just leave me alone?”  I didn’t even look at Cian.  I knew he’d have that sad, wounded puppy face and I didn’t want to feel bad for him.  “I’ve had the mother fucking day from Hell.  I just want to take my pain medicine and go to sleep.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”  Cian helped me put on my pajama pants, but I pushed him away, determined to take care of myself.

I sat on the bed and stared blankly at Cian for several seconds.  “Unless you’re going to die in the next 12 hours, whatever you want to say can wait.  Now, get out of my room and leave me the fuck alone.”  

Cian opened his mouth to say something, but I sighed heavily and he closed it.  “I’ll talk to you later.”  

A minute later I heard Jordyn bust into the house.  “Where is she?  Is she ok?”

“She’s in her room,” Cian mumbled.

“Did you push her down the stairs,”  Jordyn asked just before I saw her.

Cian gave her a dirty look.  “Yeah, that’s what I did.  I shoved her down the stairs.”  I saw Cian mouth something, but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Dick.”  Jordyn mumbled, shutting the door to my room.  “I’m so sorry.  I was in class all day.  As soon as I got your message I hauled ass to the clinic, but you were gone.  Are you ok?”

I finally let the tears fall.  “No, I’m not alright.”  I grabbed Maestro and held him tightly.  “I had the worst day of my life and the man I love is probably fucking that stupid bimbo.”

“I’m sure even if he is if you told him you loved him he’d drop that shit like a bad habit.”  Jordyn grabbed the ice pack I had laying on the bed and placed in on my ankle, then propped my ankle up with a pillow.  “He’s crazy about you.”

I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm.  “Love isn’t enough.  I don’t trust him.  That’s the problem.  I just didn’t think he’d get over me so quickly.”

“I don’t think he’s over you,” Jordyn said as a message came in on her phone.  She looked at it quickly, then put it down without responding.

“Xander?”  I hated Xander right then.

Jordyn shrugged.  “He can wait, you can’t.”  I smiled through my tears.  I was grateful Jordyn knew me so well.  She turned off her phone and laid next to me.  We didn’t say anything for the rest of the night.  She let me cry on her until I didn’t have anything left to cry.

 


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