the hallway. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. While you are taking this last night to yourself, just remember how much I love you. I’ve never stopped.” With that he turns his neck to me and walks down the hallway. I close the door and lean my back into it. I close my eyes and take deep breaths; I’m still trying to process what just happened. I try and separate the facts in my head. Sebastian came to Georgia for me. Sebastian’s been here for four weeks. Sebastian still loves me. It may not seem like a lot but it’s a lot for me to take in at the moment. When I open my eyes Jonathon is standing there with a smirk on his face. “If you don’t go back to him then I might have to plead my case and hope he takes me. That man is capital D-licious. Completely swoon worthy. I need a cold shower just from the sound of his voice.” I slap him hard on the chest. “That’s seriously gross Jonathon and I can’t believe you were listening. That was a private conversation.” “If it was meant to be a private conversation then you shouldn’t have had it in front of an open door for the whole apartment complex to hear. You can’t blame me for listening. When an Adonis like that knocks on your door, you stay for the show.” I chuckle at his reference and take a step away from the front door. “Let’s eat because this baby inside of me is starving.” “Is that how this is going to work? You’re going to eat like a pig and blame it on the baby.” “Hey, it worked the first time.” We both laugh and make our way to the living room. We eat our dinner in comfortable silence as we watch our reality television smut. He doesn’t bring up Sebastian again and I’m grateful. We end the night around eleven and I pull out the couch to sleep on while Jonathon retreats to his bedroom. I try to get a good night sleep because starting tomorrow, Operation Avoid Sebastian starts.
Chapter Three
I woke up this morning with a headache and the need to vomit. I rush to the toilet and dry heave for ten minutes, rinse my mouth out, brush my teeth, gargle, and leave the bathroom. I head back to the sofa bed just as Jonathon rushes past me. He is dressed casually in a t-shirt, jeans, and Nike tennis shoes. His hair is still wet from showering and his eyes still have bags underneath them. “You’re in a hurry. It’s Saturday morning, where you off to so early?” “I’ve got a hiking date with that guy, Dan, I met last week. He said to meet him at nine so I’m running a late.” I follow him into the kitchen as Jonathon grabs his keys off the counter. “Who chooses to hike on a first date anyway?” he says to me with a disgusted look on his face. “Apparently, Dan does. Why are you wearing Jeans? Shouldn’t you be in something a little more comfortable?” “Mia, this is as casual as I will get in public. It will be fine.” He bends down to give me a kiss on the cheek and starts to leave. I follow him to the front door. “If you don’t hear from me by tonight, call 911.” He says with a laugh as he closes the front door. I turn away and head over to my phone that’s sitting on the coffee table. I want to see my mom today and visit Miles but I have to make a phone call first. I scroll down my contacts list and hit the call button when I find his name. It rings a few times before going to voicemail. “ This is Charlie. Leave a message if you want me to get back to you.” Beep. “Hey Charlie, it’s Mia, again. Please give me a call back. I’m still in Georgia and staying with Jonathon. I… I really need to talk to you. I miss you and… you’re the only one who can understand some of what I’m going through. I feel like I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Do you ever feel that way? I know you probably don’t want to talk to me. It’s my fault everything happened that day and I could never tell you how truly sorry I am that you were involved. That you now have this misplaced guilt when you