Instant Regret (Loose Lips Sink Ships Book 2) by E.M. Lindsey

Author:E.M. Lindsey [Lindsey, E.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

I woke Christmas morning with my phone on my chest.

Tapping the screen, the voiceover told me that at some point during the night, the call had disconnected, but I took comfort in two things: the first being that Jules was falling in love with me. Whatever the hell it was I was feeling—whatever we were creating through that wall—he was part of it. I wasn’t alone.

The second: I could give him something I had never been able to give partners in the past.

My relationships had always been very short lived. Usually, it was lack of patience on my part and the unwillingness I had to let anyone past my little self-imposed barriers. I didn’t like sharing. I didn’t want anyone invading my space. The first time one of the women I was sleeping with swanned around one of my art showings like she had some part in the work I created, I told myself never again.

I ended it with her that night, unmoved by her tears, frustrated by her lack of understanding about where I was coming from. She hated me. She called me cruel and selfish and cold—and at the time, it was true.

I didn’t know how to be anything to her except an occasional hookup. I didn’t know how to love anyone the way they needed to be loved. It was like walking around in a foreign country with no ability to speak the language.

I could get by on universal slang and smiles—the bare minimum to survive—but there was no communication. Nothing beyond the surface.

For years, I felt like a heartless bastard with no motivation to change it.

Now, as I realized I was tripping and falling head over heels for someone who I hadn’t even touched yet, I realized I just been in all the right places at all the wrong times.

I came to realize, after listening to Jules fall apart that first night he let himself be vulnerable with me, that until that moment, I had never actually experienced regret. Not real regret. Jules made me want to tear apart the space-time continuum so I could crawl back to the moment I decided to hurt him and smack myself across the face.

Because God, how could I not have realized the gift being given to me the second his things were moved in.

I debated about sending him a text, and in the end, I did. I wished him a merry Christmas, then dragged myself out of bed and into the little en suite bathroom my parents had never changed. I didn’t bother with the lights since they didn’t make a difference and even the sliver of brightness coming from the bulbs above the mirror would kill my head after all the narcotics pumped into me via IV.

For half a second, I debated about a shower, then I tried to reach for my dick with my left hand and realized I couldn’t move it. It was still wrapped tightly in all the bandages, and it smelled like that sticky medical tape shit and something like iodine.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.