Page 46 of Color of Love

“He isn’t my type though. He’s too serious, too cold, too brooding. He has more baggage than an airport carousel. He’s not interested in settling down and having a family, and it’s messy which I didn’t want,” she sighed.

“Then what are you doing, sweetie?” Christy asked, concern in her voice. Justine didn’t know how to answer.

“I just can’t get him out of my mind.”

“I know that feeling,” Christy laughed.

“We’re not judging you babe, if he’s the one then nothing else matters. We just don’t want you to get hurt. We know you’ve been saving yourself for someone special, for your person. We just want to make sure you don’t regret anything,” Taylor said, reaching over and stroking Justine’s hair.

“I appreciate it. I love you both for that, I do. But he’s not the one and I’m tired of missing out on all these amazing experiences. What if I never find the one? And the next thing I know, I’m fucking eighty and shriveled and wishing I’d been a bit freer with my body?” She could tell neither of them knew what to say.

“If you know he’s not the one, do you think you might still end up developing feelings for him? If you’re going to be intimate with him for the first time it might be hard not to get attached,” Christy said.

“If I do begin to develop feelings then I’ll break it off,” Justine replied, firmly.

“Do you already have any of those feelings?” Christy asked cautiously.

“You’ve seen that body, right?” Justine joked, changing the subject so she didn’t have to examine her own emotions. Taylor let out a low whistle.

“Oh mama,” Christy purred, and they all laughed.

“Honestly, I’m fine. But thank you both for being so caring,” Justine replied, putting them at ease. But even as she said the words, something didn’t sit right in her stomach. She pushed the feeling aside and focused on trying to help her bestie find her perfect wedding dress, no matter how much of a bridezilla Christy turned out to be.

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