“Is that a yes?”
He smiled.
“Absolutely.”
We sat on my living room floor because neither of us wanted to behave like adults enough to use the couch.
I kicked off my heels.
Julian removed his tie.
We opened the champagne.
For the first hour, we dissected the wedding.
Vanessa dropping the glass.
Mason’s face when he saw Julian.
My “you mailed me directions to the place” line, which Julian insisted deserved an award.
Then the laughter faded.
We started talking about what came before.
The real things.
I told him what Mason had done to my confidence.
How betrayal hadn’t been the worst part.
The worst part had been spending years with a person who could cut me down so calmly that I sometimes believed I deserved it.
Julian understood.
Vanessa had done something similar to him.
“She made me feel boring,” he admitted. “Like wanting a normal life meant I lacked ambition.”
