Page 48 of Wild Tangled Hearts

I groan, both from the lingering effects of the alcohol and the weight of my own poor decisions. "Yeah, maybe you're right," I mumble, closing my eyes briefly to quell the dizziness, but it only worsens it.

“You should lie down,” he says, grabbing my elbows and helping to steady me. He guides me back to the bed, and I sit on the edge, still feeling queasy.

Alex looks at me, his expression filled with concern. "Do you want me to stay for a bit? I can make some coffee."

I find myself torn, his offer lingering in the air. One part of me yearns for his presence, craving the comfort and reassurance it brings. Yet, another part hesitates, plagued by uncertainty, especially after the revelation about his "ex." There is still something between them, or at the very least, the breakup is still fresh. But there's also an undeniable connection between us, and he’s proven tonight that he cares about me, even if it’s just as a friend. I'm left grappling with the question of what to do next, knowing that my choice could profoundly impact our already complicated relationship.

Reader’s Choice:

What should Bella do next?

Give him a chance to linger and brew some coffee. Take a refreshing shower to clear your head, then prepare your heart to hear what Alex shares. Turn to this page.

Say goodnight to Alex. A good night's sleep is the magical elixir for life's twists and turns and a raging hangover. If his interest is genuine, he'll reach out tomorrow. Turn to this page.

Chapter21

Alex

A BREWING CONNECTION

Agentle vibration radiates from my phone resting on the desk. Even though I usually avoid responding to messages during class, the grade three students are immersed in crafting their nature mandalas. Sticks, leaves, and glue have transformed the typically energetic bunch into a serene and focused collective. This momentary lull allows me to glance at the message discreetly.

Alex: Are you busy after school? Let's grab a coffee at The Artful Bean.

I take a moment to collect myself, feeling my heart race. It’s been a few days since my utterly cringe-worthy evening of making a fool of myself, and I doubted I would hear from him. I type my reply, my fingers tapping lightly on the screen.

Bella: What time works for you?

Almost instantly, my phone buzzes again.

Alex: How about 4 PM?

Bella: See you then.

I can't control the nerves that cause my palms to sweat. There are so many things left unsaid between us. I wonder if he wants to be friends or is interested in taking things slow. As much as I'm attracted to him, I'm unsure if I want to give him another chance. He's not the safe choice I once believed him to be; he's complicated and a bit of a mess.

Just like me.I grunt at the thought, knowing it’s the truth.

But I’ll hear what he has to say. It’s the least I can do after how he took care of me.

He was so gentle and sweet. And I know how easy it could be to fall back into his charms, those hazel eyes and dimples. I sigh. He's given so many mixed signals, and I'm unsure if my heart is ready to navigate this romantic rollercoaster again.

I feel a gentle tap on my arm, drawing me out of my thoughts.

"Ms. Bella," Addy says, her voice filled with excitement. "Look at my mandala! It's like a magical forest!"

I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm.

"That's fantastic. You've captured the magic of nature beautifully in your mandala."

Addy beams with pride. "Thank you, Ms. Bella!" With that, she skips back to her seat.

Returning to my project, I carefully arrange its elements and contemplate the possibility of untangling the mixed signals between Alex and me. Something beautiful could emerge amid this uncertainty, like the evolving patterns of my mandala.

It’s precisely four when I step into The Artful Bean. The soft chime of the doorbell announces my arrival, and I scan the cozy coffee shop. It doesn't take long before I spot him.

Alex.

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