Page 109 of The Passion

It's late, and I should be going home, but to be honest, I’m not sure where that is.

Looking at my phone, it’s eleven pm, and I didn’t realize it had gotten so late. It’s been hours since I sent Harper home.

There hasn’t been one phone call, message, or even email from Flynn since he left this morning.

He has done what he knew I needed. He gave me space to sort through my feelings, as well as tackle the challenges that he knew a day like today would bring. He knew his place was not trying to step in to help or get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. That’s not us. We are both people who live in a fast-paced business world where you don’t show your weaknesses, but more than that, we both have the habit of putting up very strong suits of armor around ourselves.

It's not healthy, but we do it anyway. That’s how we have both managed to get through our lives, trying to live up to other people’s expectations.

Even if I still don’t know where I will lay my head to sleep tonight, I need to be brave and go speak to him. To give him the chance to explain and me the opportunity to say my piece.

I owe him that much.

“Where too, miss?” Imala, my driver, asks as I slide into the back seat, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I want to reply home, but I still haven’t made up my mind where that is.

“To Flynn’s apartment, please.” Leaning my head back on the head rest, I hope like hell I am doing the right thing.

As I walk into the apartment, I can hear music softly playing and the lights are all dim. Slipping my shoes off so not to make asound, I walk gently to the living room and am shocked by what I see.

Flynn is asleep on the couch lying on his side, still in the shirt and trousers I helped him dress into this morning, bare feet, and to my surprise, Sassy curled into his chest and his arms wrapped around her.

Her little purr and the sound of his subtle snore are almost in harmony.

I don’t know what has gone on, but if the two of them can make peace, there is definitely hope for us yet.

Noticing the half-empty bottle of scotch on the table in front of him and his favorite glass, I think he has been trying to numb the pain of my rejection today through my silence.

Watching him sleep so soundly, all of a sudden, the exhaustion of the day is overwhelming, and I make a decision to leave him there and go to bed… alone.

Taking a pen and some paper from my bag, I write a simple note that says:

We will talk in the morning.

It will be better if we both have had sleep.

Felisha

I know it’s a cold note, but I don’t have the energy for it to be anything else.

Normally, I would shower and take all my makeup off, no matter what, but tonight, I just can’t be bothered.

Dropping onto the bed and pulling the throw blanket on the end of the bed up over me, my eyes are already starting to fall.

But I can’t sleep anymore without the smell of Flynn around me.

Pulling his pillow to my chest and taking a deep breath of his scent has me finally drifting off to sleep.

I wonder what tomorrow will have in store for me.

Let’s face it, it can’t be any worse than today.

Chapter Twenty-Four

FLYNN

Waking up on the couch is never ideal.

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