Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #6) - Toni Aleo Page 0,109

I’m not settling for his bullshit because he’s all I want and know. I’ve been treated like shit and settled for it because I couldn’t have Asher. I wanted so much to be loved, and then I finally found myself achieving all my relationship hopes and dreams. My perfection. But what if this relationship isn’t what I think it is? I honestly don’t want to think the worst, but I can’t shake the idea that Asher started this relationship with me and never intended to give me even an ounce of himself.

And that hurts more than the Thanks he responded with when I told him how I felt.

I just don’t know what to do. I miss him. Oh, I miss him more than words could ever express, but I think he needs time to think this through. And I need time to figure out if I want to settle for the fact that he may never love me. Hell, I’ve done it before with other men, and I was never as happy as he makes me. So, really, what’s the problem?

The problem is I want Asher to love me with everything inside him, just like I love him.

I close my eyes as I sigh, pressing my hand into my stomach. It just hurts. Everything hurts because I miss Asher so much. I swallow past the sob in my throat as I make the muffins I’ve promised Posey. How I even made it to her apartment is beyond me. But the fact that I’ve plastered a huge smile on my face and I’m acting like nothing is wrong is creating an Emmy-worthy performance. While I’ve done my fair share of crying, I’m proud of myself for keeping it moving. I may feel lost without him, but at least I know if I decide that I want to end this, I’ll be okay. Ish, I’ll be okayish. Ugh, I miss him, and I sure as hell don’t know what to do.

I move the ring he gave me around and around on my finger as I put the liners in the pan. I don’t even know why I am still wearing it, but I can’t bring myself to take it off, which really tells me we’re not done. I’m just mad, upset, and I know we need the time to figure out everything in my head. I’m not na?ve; I know he won’t just suddenly love me after this time apart. But maybe he’ll be honest with himself. Hopefully his feelings for me will outweigh his fear of the unknown. Hell, he’s so confident that he’s got me, so why can’t he believe it’s the exact same for me?

I start to pour batter in the liners as I try to ignore my internal monologue. Since arriving at Posey and Boon’s place, my mom and Elli have been gushing over Posey, cleaning and making sure she is taken care of. I really don’t know why; Boon has everything under control, but I guess they never can stop being moms. My beautiful Posey sits on a pillow on her barstool as her mom braids her hair and fusses over her. She’s still in some pain, but her color is back. They’ve switched her meds once more, and these are actually working. Her body is healing and it’s gonna take time, but I know she’ll be her spunky self in no time. It’s still hard to look at her, though. It wasn’t my miscarriage, but knowing I could have lost her guts me. If I don’t keep space between us, I’ll be like Elli, kissing her at every turn and gushing over her.

Posey is already annoyed with everything else. She doesn’t need my emotional issues.

“We’re gonna go clean the tub and shower,” Elli informs her daughter, and Posey groans.

“Mom, I think Boon already has.”

“I know, but I want to make sure it’s done to my standards. Bless him, he’s been so concerned with you, he might have missed something.”

She doesn’t give Posey time to argue; she walks away with my mom in tow. Posey’s eyes meet mine, and I force a smile. “How do I argue with her?”

“I don’t think you can.”

“Oh, I can,” she says, leaning on the bar, her head resting on her forearm. “I’m just too tired to do so.”

When some batter spills down my hand, I feel panic fill my chest as I quickly put everything down to take off my ring. I don’t want to ruin it. It’s so pretty, and