Snowed In With My Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 3

{Ophelia's POV} 

The next morning, I am sitting on the couch reading one of the books that Chris gave me yesterday trying to get my mind off of fixing my relationship with him. I can't help but feel nervous about it because I don't want Chris and I to end up hating each other and stop being friends. I heard Chris coming down the stairs he came into the living room I put my new bookmark inside the book and closed it. 

"Have you had breakfast?" 

"No not yet I was waiting for you to wake up." 

"You didn't have to wait for me to get up." Chris replied. 

"I wanted to wait for you, so I didn't have to eat alone." I confessed. 

I got up off the couch and followed Chris out of the living room we entered the kitchen I walked over to the counter and turned on the coffee pot. 

"I enjoyed watching the movie with you last night." 

"When we were watching the movie last night why didn't you say anything when I was leaning against you?" 

"You didn't do anything wrong." He answered, putting waffles in the toaster. 

"I was thinking we could just put the fight that we had and ended up breaking up." I suggested, grabbing the coffee mugs and putting sugar into them. 

"Ophelia, I think we should talk about what happened that we argued and broke up." Chris said. 

After breakfast we were hanging out in the living room watching TV. 

"I should go clean my car off." 

I got up off the couch and left the living room I grabbed my coat off the hook by the door I put on my coat and grabbed my keys out of the purse. I put on my hat and gloves and left the house I walked down to my car and tried to unlock the trunk the lock was frozen. I tried to unlock the doors on my car, and they were frozen. 

"Ophelia here you can barrow my ice scraper to clean off your car." Chris said, walking towards me with his ice scraper. 

I took the ice scraper from Chris and started cleaning the snow off my car while he shoveled snow and put down salt. When I was finished cleaning off my car, I looked around at the snow still laying on people's sidewalks it looked like a winter wonderland. 

"Let's head back inside and I'll make us some hot chocolate." 

"Sounds good to me." 

I followed Chris back inside the house we removed our hats, and gloves Chris and I took off our coats and hung them up I sat the ice scraper by the door along with my boots. I returned my keys to my purse and followed Chris into the kitchen. 

"All the locks on my car are frozen hopefully since I cleaned off my car my locks will unfreeze." I said.

"I wish I knew how to unfreeze the locks on your car." Chris replied, turning on the stove to heat up the tea pot. 

When the hot chocolate was ready Chris, and I grabbed our mugs and left the kitchen we entered the living room I sat down on the couch and Chris sat down in the recliner. 

"Do you believe that we can fix our relationship?" 

"Yes," 

"To be honest I was wrong for saying that the only reason you were dating me was for free band merch and going on tours with me." Chris stated. 

"I was wrong for calling you a stupid fuck for thinking that I was using you to get free stuff. You never did tell me why you thought I was using you when I wasn't in love with you for being a rockstar I was in love with you for who you are as a person. To be honest after we broke up, I did date and hated it because none of the guys that I dated never cared about me or loved me like you did. You always asked me about my day and my family none of the guys I dated ever did that they always wanted to talk about themselves and sleep with me." I confessed, sipping my hot chocolate. 

"After we broke up, I dated a few girls and this one girl I was dating I called her Ophelia instead of Samantha." 

"I accidentally called a guy by your name in the middle of sex let's just say that didn't go over well and my boyfriend at the time cussed me out and told me to go fuck my ex-boyfriend." 

Chris got up off the recliner and joined me on the couch.

"Do you still love me?" He asked curiously. 

"Yes, I still fucking love you." I smiled. 

"I still fucking love you as well." 

When we were finished drinking our hot chocolate Chris took our empty mugs out into the kitchen, he returned to the living room and sat beside me. 

"Who's looking after your cats?" Chris asked. 

"My next-door neighbor is checking on my cats until I can get home." I replied. 

Later on, that night I was sitting up in bed leaning back against the headboard reading my book I felt guilty about lying to Chris about having a home the guilt was making my stomach hurt. I looked up from my book and saw him leaning against the door frame. 

"Are you okay?" 

"No, I need to tell you something." 

I placed my book marker inside the book and closed it I laid my book on the bedside table Chris walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"What do you need to tell me?" He asked. 

"I wasn't being truthful with you, and I feel guilty about it after I called my current ex-boyfriend your name during sex after he cussed me out. He told me to pack my shit and get the fuck out of his house and life my next-door neighbor was kind enough to let me and my two cats stay with her until I can find a place of my own." I said, in a wobbly voice. 

"Ophelia why didn't you tell me what happened?" 

"I was afraid to tell you and I didn't want you to worry about me." 

"I will always worry about you because even though we aren't still together I still care about you." Chris confessed, reaching over and holding my hand. 

He sat beside me and leaned back against the headboard with me. Chris wrapped his arm around me I laid my head on his chest and stared down at our interlaced fingers. It felt nice holding his hand. 

"What do we do now?" 

"You can either move in with me or continue to live with your next-door neighbor." 

"I need time to think things over." I mumbled. 

"I respect your decision and let you think it over I am going to bed." Chris said. 

He released my hand and got up off the bed Chris left the room closing the door softly behind him. I laid down in bed and reached over and turned off the lamp I drifted off to sleep.