stupid last night, kissing Hadley like that, but can’t deny that it felt amazing. I pulled away as soon as I registered what I was doing, but the damage had already been done. Jessica could’ve very well seen us from her father’s box seats, and hurting Jessica is the very last thing I want to do. However, hurting Hadley isn’t an option either.
When I left New York, I thought I left her behind. I never imagined she’d show up here, especially not a year later. The feelings I had, they’re still there and stronger than ever. The old adage, absence makes your heart grows fonder, is exact in my case. Hadley and I needed a year apart from each other to grow. The issue with that is the only way to grow is to see other people. I happened to meet an amazing woman who listened to me whine about my failed relationship. Jessica and I connected over our love of sports, particularly baseball, and our failures at high-profile relationships.
Now I’m sitting here waiting for Jessica so I can confess my sins and ask for forgiveness. We’ll break up because it’s the right thing to do. I can’t lead her and Hadley on, and if I’m having trouble fighting my feelings for Hadley – who no doubt knows what’s going to happen the next time I’m with her – I don’t want to do cheat on Jessica. It’s not fair to her, and she’s been a trooper through all of this. I owe her the respect she’s earned by being honest.
The sound of Jessica’s key sliding into the door makes my heart thrash a rapid pace. I should stand and greet her, but I feel as if I have cinderblocks holding me down. I quickly turn on the television and act as if I didn’t hear her come in. When she enters my living room, she leans up against the wall. She’s dressed to go running, which means she’s not planning on staying.
“Hey,” I say, stupidly. She smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Come sit down.” I adjust so that I’m open to her with my leg under my other one. She sits and reaches for my hand. Our fingers intertwine, and I look for my body to respond the same way it does with Hadley. I shake my head lightly when I don’t have the desired results.
“I saw you,” she says in a hushed tone. I nod, confirming that, yes, I screwed up.
“I’m sorry, Jessica.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, Ryan. I told you to see her. I have no one to blame but myself.”
I pull her to me and hold her in my arms. I don’t know why I can’t be in love with her so deeply that she’s the only one I see. She’s perfect for me and maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I don’t need perfect. I need crazy and wild. I need the opposite of who I am to keep me grounded.
Jessica pulls away, but stays close to me. “I didn’t want to watch you, but as soon as I saw her turn those fans away I knew she was changing for you.”
I nod because after watching Hadley do that, knowing what it could cost her, it showed me that she’s willing to make us work. “It’s not as simple as turning away some fans though. You know that my problems with her stem from her tours. She was always gone, and that’s not what I want out of life.”
“I know, but I also know you have a connection. You’ve been good to me, Ryan, the best, in some cases. You’re sweet, personable and very good-looking, but your heart belongs to another.”
I blush at her compliments and chide myself at same time. I don’t deserve them. “My heart belongs to you too and I don’t know what to do.”
“Ah, sounds like you’re in a pickle.”
I laugh hard at her baseball terminology, but she’s right. I have Jessica on one base and Hadley on another with me running in between them not sure which way I should go. The funny part, one would choose the safest route, and that would be Jessica, not Hadley.
I pick up her hand and hold it mine. “I don’t want to hurt you, Jessica. It’s the last thing I want to do, but I’m really off kilter here. I didn’t mean to kiss
When I left New York, I thought I left her behind. I never imagined she’d show up here, especially not a year later. The feelings I had, they’re still there and stronger than ever. The old adage, absence makes your heart grows fonder, is exact in my case. Hadley and I needed a year apart from each other to grow. The issue with that is the only way to grow is to see other people. I happened to meet an amazing woman who listened to me whine about my failed relationship. Jessica and I connected over our love of sports, particularly baseball, and our failures at high-profile relationships.
Now I’m sitting here waiting for Jessica so I can confess my sins and ask for forgiveness. We’ll break up because it’s the right thing to do. I can’t lead her and Hadley on, and if I’m having trouble fighting my feelings for Hadley – who no doubt knows what’s going to happen the next time I’m with her – I don’t want to do cheat on Jessica. It’s not fair to her, and she’s been a trooper through all of this. I owe her the respect she’s earned by being honest.
The sound of Jessica’s key sliding into the door makes my heart thrash a rapid pace. I should stand and greet her, but I feel as if I have cinderblocks holding me down. I quickly turn on the television and act as if I didn’t hear her come in. When she enters my living room, she leans up against the wall. She’s dressed to go running, which means she’s not planning on staying.
“Hey,” I say, stupidly. She smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Come sit down.” I adjust so that I’m open to her with my leg under my other one. She sits and reaches for my hand. Our fingers intertwine, and I look for my body to respond the same way it does with Hadley. I shake my head lightly when I don’t have the desired results.
“I saw you,” she says in a hushed tone. I nod, confirming that, yes, I screwed up.
“I’m sorry, Jessica.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, Ryan. I told you to see her. I have no one to blame but myself.”
I pull her to me and hold her in my arms. I don’t know why I can’t be in love with her so deeply that she’s the only one I see. She’s perfect for me and maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I don’t need perfect. I need crazy and wild. I need the opposite of who I am to keep me grounded.
Jessica pulls away, but stays close to me. “I didn’t want to watch you, but as soon as I saw her turn those fans away I knew she was changing for you.”
I nod because after watching Hadley do that, knowing what it could cost her, it showed me that she’s willing to make us work. “It’s not as simple as turning away some fans though. You know that my problems with her stem from her tours. She was always gone, and that’s not what I want out of life.”
“I know, but I also know you have a connection. You’ve been good to me, Ryan, the best, in some cases. You’re sweet, personable and very good-looking, but your heart belongs to another.”
I blush at her compliments and chide myself at same time. I don’t deserve them. “My heart belongs to you too and I don’t know what to do.”
“Ah, sounds like you’re in a pickle.”
I laugh hard at her baseball terminology, but she’s right. I have Jessica on one base and Hadley on another with me running in between them not sure which way I should go. The funny part, one would choose the safest route, and that would be Jessica, not Hadley.
I pick up her hand and hold it mine. “I don’t want to hurt you, Jessica. It’s the last thing I want to do, but I’m really off kilter here. I didn’t mean to kiss
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