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There was something in my head telling me though that maybe seeing them together as a couple would help me get over him. It would prove to me that he and I weren’t right for each other, and I could get some closure.

“What about last night?” He said quietly.

Last night had been amazing, and I knew it. It had meant something more than just sex. I had bared my body and soul to him, and it was perfect. Just thinking about it warmed my heart, but I couldn’t let him know any of that.

“Last night was sex. And it was great sex, don’t get me wrong. But I was vulnerable and feeling lonely. It was a moment of weakness.”

Tears threatened to sting my eyes as I saw a look of sheer hurt written on Tyler’s face. But I had to push him away before we both got hurt in the long run. It was the only way.

“You should go talk to her.”

He didn’t say anything more. I could tell he was upset, but the conversation was over.

There was nothing more to say. I had to save him from getting sucked into Hurricane Sam, and if that meant lying to him and telling him I had no feelings, I would make that sacrifice. It would be a hell of a lot easier than the sacrifices he would have to make for me.

Chapter 16 - Tyler

I stormed out of the house and got in my car and took off. I had no idea where I was driving, but I knew I couldn’t be in that house. I couldn’t be around Sam after what she had just said.

How could she have said that last night meant nothing? It had meant everything.

Everything.

I had no idea why she felt the need to keep me at arm’s length, and I was beginning to wonder if she would ever explain it to me.

Maybe just being friends who occasionally fucked was all she could handle. Maybe it was all she would ever want.

Did I really want to stick around to find out? Did I want to keep wasting my time on a lost cause?

I had no idea. I mean I was Tyler fucking Wendell. I didn’t wait for women. I didn’t beg them to be with me. I fucked them and left them. They were usually the ones begging to be with me.

I thought Sam and I were finally getting somewhere though. When she asked to talk to me, I hoped and prayed that maybe she was coming around.

I drove for awhile trying to get my thoughts together, but anger still raged through me. I needed someone to talk to, but I knew Tess was back in New York, and I really didn’t watch to catch shit from any of my buddies.

Before I knew it, I was knocking on the one door that I never thought I would.

The door opened, and there stood Marisol.

“Tyler…” she smiled a confused smile.

“Can I come in?”

She stepped out of the way and ushered me into the tiny suite. She wore sweatpants and a tank top and had no make up on.

As I looked at her, I remember that this was the Marisol I had fallen in love with. The wild-haired crazy girl who loved to laugh so loud it shook the walls.

To everyone else, she was elegance and class, but I had seen around all of that. She had showed me the real her. The woman who loved to watch funny movies and eat chocolate…the woman who was always torn between making her stamp on the world and hanging out in her sweats all day…the woman who could always put a smile on my face.

But she was also the girl who loved to argue with me. The girl who wanted to travel and have a life separate from our relationship. The girl who thought it was okay to sleep with someone else just to end things.

“Do you want some tea?”

I nodded wishing she had offered something stronger.

She busied herself for a few minutes making the tea and came and sat down on the opposite side of the tiny table when she had finished. I blew into the cup trying to cool it down.

“What’s on your mind?”

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