“Yeah. I’m crazy about you, Jess. Our relationship is so different. We can be serious with each other and playful. The physical attraction is obviously there. And the more I get to know about you, the more I thank God I moved back home.”
Hearing Brooks reassure me that I’m not crazy but validated in my fear lessens the strain on my shoulders. And knowing that he’s truly invested in whatever this is between us definitely pushes me to want to move past this silly curse I’ve convinced myself I have.
I honestly feel like since this all started happening after my mom died, it was a way for the universe to tell me not to get attached to someone for fear of hurting them like my dad hurt when my mother left us so suddenly—at least that’s how I interpreted it. But now with this man sitting in front of me, I’ve realized that he’s probably right. Those relationships didn’t work because they weren’t meant to. And if those men all found their future wives after we dated, it had to have been purely coincidental.
“I’m glad you moved home too, Brooks. Thank you for not laughing at me and telling me I’m crazy. I just—I just thought you should know why I’m hesitant to sleep with you.”
His hand cups my cheek. “First of all, I did laugh at you, but only because I’d never heard a girl call herself cursed before. But second, you never have to explain to a man why you don’t want to sleep with him, especially me, Jess. My dick might be sad right now, but I know it will be worth the wait.”
I giggle through his honesty and then kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his neck as he holds me and makes me feel seen and heard for the first time in my life by a man. Brooks Bennet is truly perfect in my eyes and I can’t believe he’s choosing me.
Until suddenly, he didn’t seem so perfect after all.