I lay on top of Elliot in stunned silence, pretending to be asleep despite my eyes being t wide open. I try to keep my breathing steady, but my heart races. His words echo in my head. He's falling in love with me? Do I say it back? Am I ready to say it back? Fuck. My phone begins to ring on the table, the vibration against the wood makes me flinch. I take in a deep breath, acting as if the call had woken me up. I reach for it and see Kate's name on the screen. "I'll be right back," I tell Elliot as I ease myself off of his warm body. I enter my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I answer the call. "Kristine! Oh my god! Are you okay? What the hell happened?" Kate shouts. "Slow down, what? What are you talking about?" I sit down on my bed and run my fingers through my hair. "There's a video of you on the fucking news. They're saying that some maniac showed up at the county office. The clip that's circling around shows some guy throwing a bottle of booze at the officers, while
"Six months is a big deal, Kristine," Kate says, dropping down onto the couch beside me. "Did you ever imagine you'd be here six months later after anonymously hooking up and then having a friends with benefits arrangement?" She laughs, taking a sip from her wine glass. Honestly, no one could have expected this. "I don't want to make a 'big deal' out of it and make it awkward. It's only been six months." I shrug. It's been half a year with Elliot in my life and I cherish each and every moment of it, despite having a hard time admitting it. In all honesty, I'm still scared of what could happen, what he could do to hurt me. I love Elliot and I love who I've become when I'm with him. The nightmares are few and far between, I'm excelling at work because I have someone who supports my career, and for once, my mother has nothing to criticize about my love life. I'm significantly happier, it's something that everyone can see. But from time to time I feel myself pulling back, afraid to le
Elliot rises from the chair across from me, fixing his tie and brushing crumbs from his suit jacket. He lets out a sigh and looks down at me and I know that our office lunch date has come to an end. "I should be getting back to the office," he says. I pout and nod. "I know but I don't want you to." Elliot gives me a sad smile. "If I had my way, neither of us would be at work today." He leans over my desk, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "But I'll see you tomorrow for dinner with Kate." "I'm looking forward to it." I hum. Elliot tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and turns to leave. I watch as he exits the office, admiring his long strides and firm backside. I drag my bottom lip through my teeth, thinking about what he looks like under that suit. That's all mine. Once he's out of sight I slump in my seat and cross my arms over my chest, looking at his empty seat on the other side of my desk. I never thought I would be this girl, sad and disappointed when I wasn't spendi
I take the train to Kate's apartment, not wanting to be alone at home. I use the spare key and let myself inside. I find her asleep,, sprawled out beneath the blankets in her bed in the back corner of the studio apartment, realizing the time, I remember she had worked third shift last night at the hospital. I feel bad waking her but I don't know what else to do. I drop my belongings on the couch and crawl into bed with her, snuggling up in the blankets. She rolls over and yawns. "Kris?" she mutters without opening her eyes. "What are you doing here?" I sniff, trying to hold back more tears. "I—we—" my voice wavers. Kate opens her eyes and says firmly, "Kristine? what's going on?" "First fight." I groan, covering my face with her blankets. "He was a complete asshole and—Ugh!" Kate sighs and wraps her arms around me. She doesn't say anything, she just holds me while I cry. Time passes slowly as I calm myself down. My gasping breaths are beginning to balance out and the remnants of
"Anna and Ben are going to meet us there." I slide the shower curtain aside to peek out at Elliot who is shaving his face over the sink. "What time do you think we should leave?" Elliot shrugs and turns off the electric razor, tapping it against the sink. I watch the hair clippings fly onto the counter top. Elliot puts the razor down but fails to clean up the stray hairs. I scrunch my nose. "You're disgusting." Elliot looks at me and grins. "Yeah, but you love it." He brushes the soap off of my forehead and kisses me. He undresses and joins me under the hot water, sliding his hands along the wet curves of my body. "To answer your question, we should leave by five," Elliot says. I turn to face him and reach up, wrapping my hands around his neck. "I'm excited to see Anna, and for her to get to know you better." "I won't be known as the stranger who crashed her wedding anymore." Elliot teases. I shake my head and laugh. Elliot hasn't seen any of my family since Anna's wedding, whi
I place my hands on my hips and look at the disaster around me. Clothes everywhere, boxes and suitcases stacked upon each other, towering in the living room. Kate drops a box down with a loud thud. She sighs and lays down on the couch. "You own a lot of shit." She groans. "I never knew one person could own so much stuff." I shrug and rub my temples. "What am I doing?" I mutter. "What am I doing?" "Moving in with your boyfriend." Kate retorts, stretching her arms above her head. "That's what you're doing." I narrow my eyes in her direction. "Smart ass," I groan, dropping down onto the couch beside her. "Why would I leave my perfectly good apartment to move in with some guy I met in a bar?" Kate sits up and punches my arm, her face blank as she does so. "Ouch!" I exclaim, rubbing my sore muscle. "What the fuck was that for?" "You're being an idiot. Stop trying to self-sabotage. You know he's not just 'some guy you met in a bar' anymore. He's your boyfriend and you love him." "Me
"I'll be fine Kate, I just need some sleep. I'll figure this out in the morning." I assure her as she stands at my front door, hesitant to leave. "Call me if you need anything," she says. "Like, if you need me to kick his ass or something." I force a smile. "Of course." I give her a tight squeeze and close the door behind her as she makes her way to the elevator. I drop myself down onto the couch, my eyes scanning the boxes around the room. I have the urge to begin unpacking them. Things have been going so well for us. Fucking James. I would be perfectly content if I never saw that man again, Elliot's best friend or not. I roll onto my side, holding one of the throw pillows to my chest, and hugging it close against me. I turn on the television to distract myself, mindlessly watching reruns of old sitcoms. I hear the click of the door unlocking and it opens and closes quietly. Elliot enters the apartment and slowly approaches me on the couch. I lift my head up from the pillow and
Rachel... his wife? HIS WIFE?! "Ex-wife!" Elliot's voice is harsh behind me, I flinch at the tone of it. He joins me at the door, dressed in his sweatpants but bare chested. His face is hard, his jaw rigid and clenched as he stares at the woman— at his wife. I feel the blood drain from my face and I'm hit with a wave of disorientation. I clutch the door to keep myself in an upright position, unable to determine if I'm going to vomit or faint. My body goes numb and I feel as if I'm watching everything play out in slow motion. Elliot and Rachel are speaking loudly, their voices growing into angry shouts, but I cannot process their words. They sound muffled, as though I'm listening to them from under water. I release the door and stumble back into the apartment. They follow behind me, Elliot slamming the door forcefully. "I—I..." I stutter. "Wife?" My heart beats uncontrollably, I press my hand against my chest in an attempt to stabilize myself. "Ex-wife," Elliot says again through g