Page 51 of Every Inch of You
There wasa time when I knew what to do with myself. There was a time when I had thoughts and feelings that weren’t Vivian-based.What the fuck did I used to do when I wasn’t fucking Vivian?Oh that’s right—I did things for my body that didn’t involve Vivian’sbody.
The last thing anyone needed was for me to turn back into a blob of cells that just lived forher.
I didn’t know how to be in love with Vivian as an adult. I didn’t know how to be in love with her in the open. I didn’t know how to say it without fear of rejection from all ofsociety.
But I did know how to get out of my head and move mybody.
Portland is stunning in May. It was a gorgeous day, so I spent the afternoon hiking Forest Park and when I got home, I ignored all of the texts and calls I had gotten from women I used to hook up with, and I worked on my business plan for the fitness centerchain.
My secret personal plans for revenge had shifted. Now I wanted to help Vivian get revenge on the guy who cheated on her and dumped her. He needed to see what a magnificent goddess he had lost outon.
He needed to know that she wasmine.
And so didshe.
