Page 95 of Love Harder

I had crossed the point of no return.

The chemistry was rampant and pressed up against a wall, it was for all to see when a passerby stopped and commented how hot we looked together and that we should hook up. The Unicorn’s quick wit came into play when he replied, “We’re married.”

We were apart for a little while before I’d receive a message asking where I was. And to come find him. Or he’d come find me.

If things got heated as they do when drunk, he would level me with those eyes and ask I didn’t leave. Cinderella was about to lose her glass slipper, but I stayed because I couldn’t say no to him. But I was ready to leave soon.

He said he liked having a woman who put him in his place because I did that often.

All was going well with the night, surprisingly without a hitch.

Now, dear reader, were you paying attention to what I said earlier about a man wanting a woman and what said man will do to express his wants to his woman?

A friend was in a situationship, and we all know how those end. Iwasin one, remember?

The Unicorn had tried alongside me to help her see reason, but you can’t force someone to do anything. And my friend just wouldn’t listen. She was certain he would come around, but it had been six months, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

The situationship ended up at the same club as us, and The Unicorn decided to talk to him. But that went down like a bag of dicks. The Unicorn was attempting to protect my friend from heartache, but he also saw what it was doing to me because I hated seeing her in pain.

The Unicorn was trying to be the good guy, but in turn, things were about to turn fucking messy, and our HEA was about to be turned on its axis. Once again, I was left questioning what the actual fuck?

The Unicorn’s birthday was fun.

We spent the next day together, hanging out and keeping a low profile. It was nice. I loved lying in bed with him, watching movies and kissing because that kissing would turn to mind-blowing sex followed by cuddles.

I loved laying with my ear pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It often calmed me. His arms were quickly becoming my favorite place to sleep as there was one thing I noticed.

He was becoming more and more affectionate.

He would touch my face.

Over my legs.

He would ask me to cuddle him in bed after he cuddled me for hours.

Could it be those impenetrable walls were slowly coming down?

His touches were becoming more frequent and almost second nature in a sense. My theory of him not instigating contact was now obsolete.

As I paid closer attention to the way we interacted, I realized that The Unicornwasaffectionate all along—in his own way,and as we spent more time together, the touches, the hand-holding, all the stuff that I was questioning came naturally.

And that’s how any relationship should be. Nurture it, and it will grow.

The more time spent with him, the more I liked. He was unlike any man I had ever met.

I trusted him, which was something I hadn’t done in a very long time.

For the first time in my life, things in my love life were calm.

And of course, that’s when I lowered my guard and got sucker punched straight in the heart.

Why is it when you’re happy, the unhappy come out in droves and decide to shit on your happiness? I guess the saying rings true—misery loves company.

The situationship I spoke of, he mentioned to my friend that he saw The Unicorn in a compromising position with another girl and that he was worried for me as The Unicorn was perhaps a fuckboy beneath his magical skin.

I was quiet for a very long time, unsure how to process this nugget of information because what in the ever-living fuck?

When did this supposedly happen?

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