Page 53 of The Only Heart that Matters
Goof
Thanks.
They still think we’re married.
GUS
Then they likely think I’m a much luckier man than I am.
Goof
I can tell them the truth.
GUS
Don’t do it on my account.
Goof
I’ll have to list you as my emergency contact.
GUS
Works for me.
Goof
Gus.
GUS
Mia, just put my name down.
Goof
You sure? You can back out any time. This is my problem, not yours.
GUS
That’s not the way this works. Your problems are my problems, wifey.
I’ve been an anxious idiot since I read my sister's text telling me she and Mia were coming by the bar tonight to celebrate.
When Mia texted three days ago to tell me she got the job, it fucking electrified something deep inside me. I know it’s not real but this new connection to her and Sawyer, fake or not, has brought me to life. My therapist is worried this fake connection feels too real. She’s worried about how this may end. The thing is, I’m pretty sure heartbreak is the inevitableoutcome, on my end, anyway. I’ll worry about that later. For now, I’m going to ride this fake relationship as long as I can.
The good doctor also thinks Mia and I should try something real. After examining all the feelings our night together brought to the surface for me, Dr. Laughlin thinks I’m selling myself short. That I deserve Mia. Which means I deserve Sawyer, too.
I would do anything to make a life with them a reality. Our family connection is something we could overcome. I have enough faith in my family to know that much. My secrets and the demons that continue to haunt me, are the real hurdle.
I’d give anything to keep my miserable soul out of their lives. I’m determined to, even though the thought of a life with them consumes nearly every one of my thoughts.
It’s been five days since I left her teary-eyed in my bed.
Five days of fighting the urge to show up at the cafe.
Five days of not driving to my house for some bullshit reason just to set eyes on her.
Five days of fucking my hand in the shower every morning to visions of her fisting my sheets, writhing in pleasure while I eat her like she’s my last meal. Dark hair spread across my pillow, perfect pink lips swollen from hours of ravaging, her moaning and screaming my name the most sublime sound I’ve ever heard.
