~Ella~
It took me longer than usual to finally head to the bathroom. Not because I was slow, but because I had to explain to Vincent why I absolutely could not shower with him.
Goodness. That would have been scandalous in my books. I might have slept with him once, but even the thought of it now had my heart racing in a way that made my chest feel tight.
I knew eventually it would happen. Maybe tonight. I did not know. But the idea of sharing a bed with him again felt very different from the memory of it. The reality was intimidating in a way I could not quite explain.
When he stepped out of the room with his phone pressed to his ear, I grabbed mine and saw a message from Vivian sent a few minutes earlier.
Vivian: Girl, I was planning to come visit today. Are you busy?
I stared at the screen for a moment before replying.
Me: Kind of. Vincent showed up last evening.
Her response came almost instantly.
Vivian: What does he even want?
Me: He came asking for forgiveness.
