OBSESSED

44

LEAH

My stomach was twisted in a thousand knots, like I'd eaten two tubs of Rocky Road ice cream without pausing for air.

Grimacing at the Blue Bell container in my lap, I moved it to the coffee table and sighed.

"So you think I was too dramatic?" I asked, glancing over at Isabelle.

She looked away from the flat screen and shrugged. I'd invited her over for comfort food and scary movies so I could dance around the conversation I wanted to avoid. Alas, it was here. I needed her honest opinion on the Jarrod situation.

"I think dramatic is a strong word," she told me. "You had every right to freak about this. It's creepy as hell that he recorded you having sex, especially without letting you know. I think that would make anyone uncomfy."

Grabbing the stem of my wine glass, I pulled it to my lips and said, "I'm sensing a 'but' coming."

"Well, it's up to you to decide if this is something you can get over or not. Right? So let's weigh our options. Jarrod did delete it in front of you, which is good. He also swore he wouldn't do it again. Even though I've never met this man, he seems to adore you. You have to decide for yourself if he's worth it or just a creep." She smirked at me as she sipped from her own excessively large pour of vino. "If you want to dump his ass, we can totally go on a slut spree. There are lots and lots of men out there. Not all high-quality, but you know. They'll do for the occasion."

"Yeah," I said absently.

The last thing I wanted to think about was jumping on some rando's dick. I did that with Jarrod and look where it got me. Jarrod wasn't just some guy, though. He'd been my doctor and then he'd become so much more so quickly. Biting my lip, I smelled the soft peachy fragrance rising up from my glass and tried to clear my mind.

He betrayed me, whether he meant to or not. I couldn't imagine having sex with him again without wondering if he had a camera hidden somewhere. Who wanted to live in fear like that? Besides, if he could lie to me about that, what else didn't I know?

"I like him, Is." I lay my head back on the couch with a groan. "I don't know what he could possibly do to get my trust back, though."

Isabelle pursed her lips. "Well . . . have you gotten horny at all since you broke things off?"

I thought about it. Only a few days had passed but I really hadn't thought about sex at all. I just stressed about what my life would look like with or without Jarrod in it.

"Not really," I admitted.

Arching a brow at me, Isabelle smiled. "Next you want to get your rocks off, see if you think about him or not. If it gives you the willies, it's probably safe to say you don't need to see him again."

"I can't trust my puss-puss to make the right decision! It's bewitched by his stupid good lucks and magic cock."

She laughed. "Look, Leah. I think he really likes you. I'm not saying that makes this whole ordeal any less weird or awkward, but you want my honest opinion? It could be much worse. If I were you, I would give it time. If you really can't get over this and learn to trust him again, then end it. You don't have to rush anything. You are a damn goddess who runs on no man's time!"