All Chapters of Rekindling Old Flames: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It’s been a few days since that weird moment in the mall between Beau and me. I never got to find out what Beau was doing in the jewelry store that day since I haven’t heard from or seen him since then, and I’m grateful for that. Mainly because I’m not sure how to act around him right now. Before, I always felt angry whenever I saw him, but now I don’t know how to feel. I am still hurt by what he did, but I am not as hurt as I was a few months before he came back into my life. My emotions are all over the place and seeing him would only worsen matters. For one reason, specifically. Beau doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, and the fact that my stupid body loves it is not a good thing. But my sex dreams have lessened a little lately, which is good. My shower head and hot water have had some time off these past few days at least, so thumbs up for me.I blow out a breath and try to push Beau out of my mind as I check my reflection using the full-length mirror in my room before

“I think you should slow down with the drinks,” Camila says, grabbing the tequila shot before it reaches my mouth.“No!” I say with a little more force than I mean to. After realizing Beau is engaged and crying my eyes out, I decided I needed to drown my sorrows with alcohol in the company of people to help me forget Beau ever existed. So naturally, the girls and I came to the club.“Let her drink, Camila. She needs it,” Tamara says, collecting the shot from Camila and handing it back to me. I down it in one go and bite into a lime immediately after. The liquor burns my throat on the way down, but it’s nothing compared to the pain in my shattered heart.“You know it won’t help her forget about him,” Camila argues.“For now, it will,” Tamara quips back.“Who wants to dance?” I ask, playing with the shot glasses littering the table. “Why are there so many?

I wake up to feather-light kisses being showered across my neck and shoulders. My back is to Beau. I squeeze my eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep as his arm comes up from behind and snakes around my waist. Hopefully he doesn't see through it. I can’t face him after last night. I don't know what I was thinking asking him to sleep with me. Shame washes over me.  How could I sleep with Beau after everything that’s happened and, worse, how could I say those words to him? Beau doesn't deserve to hear me say that. I didn't even know I still felt that way until last night. It just slipped out. I’d convinced myself that what I felt for Beau was purely attraction. But I was clearly lying to myself. I don't even want to imagine how big his ego must be now that he knows I still love him. God! I’m such an idiot.I’m pulled from my thoughts once I notice the absence of Beau's warm lips against my skin. The covers rustle and I think he might be get

DELILAH Tamara has disappeared. When we arrived, she went to the bathroom, and I haven’t seen her since. I managed to convince Hannah to let me leave her side a minute ago, and now I need to find Tamara so we can leave. I couldn’t tell Hannah I wanted to leave, because then she would ask why, and I can’t tell her. My heart was aching enough as I walked around with her and heard everyone telling her congratulations. There is no way Hannah doesn't know about Beau and me. She probably invited me to shove it in my face that she is the woman who the whole world will know owns Beau’s heart. Walking inside the main house, I check the rooms one by one looking for Tamara. She’s not picking up her phone, and I’m beginning to get worried. I’m about to turn a room doorknob when the person inside beats me to it. “Delilah,” Beau says, stepping out of the room. I roll my eyes at him and turn to walk away, but Beau halts my steps by grabbing my hand. “Mon

“I think it’s high time we take a vacation and get away from here for a little while,” I say, sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of Camila’s desk. There was no way I was going to get any work done after Jenny’s visit, so I came to Camila’s office for a distraction.She doesn’t even bother looking up from whatever it is that she’s typing on her computer. “What exactly are you running away from?”“Why would you think I am running away from something?”“Anytime you don’t want to deal with something, you always suggest we take a trip.”“I am not running away from anything.”“Delilah.” Camila looks away from her screen and gives me a knowing look.“I swear! I just feel overwhelmed with everything that’s been happening since Beau came back and think I might need some time away from him.”“The