Page 35 of When We Breathe
“No way, it’s your turn first. How are things with your billionaire?”
A slow smile spreads over her gorgeous face. “God, I love him.”
“It’s about time,” Dani says with a chuckle. “I’m so happy you’re working it out.”
“He’s really good for me.” Billie nods and bites her perfectly painted lip. “And he’sso fucking sexy.”
“I think it’s safe to say that all of our men are sexy as fuck,” I say, and everyone nods in agreement.
“Now, spill it,” Millie says, turning to me. “You’re still with them, so it definitely wasnota one-night deal. We want to know how it’s going.”
“I feel like I won the lottery, and that I’m being incredibly selfish, all at the same time.”
I frown down into my wine. I can’t feel my lips anymore.
“Why selfish?” Skyla asks.
“Because how did I gettwo of them?”
“Are you complaining?” Billie asks.
“No, I’m grateful, and I don’t want to jinx anything, but I also don’t get it. I mean, these two sexy men, who are so generous and kind and a little controlling, but not in a bad way, both want me.Me.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Millie asks, her voice full of indignation. “You’re fucking amazing, Alex.”
“I’m—” I swallow hard, and now Dani’s reaching formyhand. “I’m broken.”
The last word is a whisper.
“And I’m afraid that when this honeymoon period is over and they come to their senses, they’ll be done with me and I’ll be alone, and they’ll still have each other.”
Yeah. I’m still not over that. Because it could happen.
“You’re not broken,” Billie says softly. “Honey, you’re so strong. You guys have overcome so damn much.”
“They haven’t witnessed me in a thunderstorm yet.” Just the thought of it has me fisting my free hand in my lap. “It’s bad, you guys.”
“Jesus,” Millie whispers and rubs her hand over her face. “I want Holden to burn it to the ground all over again. Your brother doesn’t do well with storms either, you know.”
Dani and I both shake our heads.
“But why?” Dani asks. “He didn’t have to be out there with us.”
“Because he knew you were out there, and he lives with a lot of guilt,” Millie replies. “But none of that makes you broken. We all have different degrees of baggage, you know. And if someone loves us, they love all of us, even the giant trunk baggage that costs a lot extra to check at the airport.”
I nod slowly.
“If it was one of them who went through this instead of you,” Skyla begins, “would you run away?”
“No.”
“There you go,” Billie says. “That’s your answer. Trust them. Trust yourself.”
I think of my two guys, so tender with me, so fucking sexy it makes my skin heat, and I know that I want to trust that it’ll work out.
Because at this point, a life without them sounds like pure torture.
“You’re right.” I toss my empty plastic glass in the trash. “I’m way too drunk to drive home. I’ll walk to the apartment.”
