pushing him up. “Think about it, Mason. What did you just say?” I stress out the word, and the second I finish the sentence, he freezes, pain etching all over his face.
“Fuck, Moira, I’m sorry.”
I push on his chest again, and he rolls over, letting me up.
I quickly get up out of the bed. Once dressed, I turn and face him. “This is too soon. We shouldn’t have just done that. When I make love to a man, I want him to be thinking of only me. I get Hilary was your wife, that she is now gone, and that sort of thing will never go away. But, when I’m naked, and a man’s cock is inside me, I want my name called out, not another woman’s. I don’t care who the other woman is.”
He says nothing. I honestly don’t even know if he heard me or if he just doesn’t care, because he doesn’t respond. I call Shawn to pick me up, and leave. I am so embarrassed. I don’t want to tell her what happened.
I end up spilling it all to her on the drive to my place, and we talk it out. I try to see it from his side, but it still hurts. I thought we were finally getting somewhere. Two steps forward ten steps back.
“Call me if you need anything. And, Moira, don’t give up.”
“Easier said than done.” How do I compete with a ghost?
A knock at my door stops me from getting Hunter’s bottle out of the microwave. I open it and come face to face with Eden. “Get off my property.” I go to shut the door, but she sticks her foot in the way, causing her to cry out in pain. “Are you fuckin’ stupid? Why would you do that?”
“Because I just want to fucking talk to you!” she screams at me, tears running down her face.
“Fine, come in. When you’re done, leave,” I say walking away from the door. I hear her shut it and quickly follow me.
I grab the bottle and go to Hunter, who is in his little car seat in the living room. I pass him the bottle, and he holds it, feeding himself.
“He can do that now?” Eden asks.
“Yeah, started a few days ago.”
“That’s so cool,” she says, smiling at him. She bends down to kiss his cheek.
“Don’t touch him!”
“Mason...” she pleads.
“Say what you need to say, and get gone,” I tell her, crossing my arms. Hunter drops his bottle. She gets it for him, and I keep my mouth shut.
“You won’t ever know how sorry I am, Mason. I need you to forgive me! Please. You are my best friend. We’ve always been close.” I cut her off.
“Right, best friends? If that’s true, you would have come to me, not Hilary or Lilly.”
“You would have run straight to Jasper if I did that. I Love you, Mason, and I’m sorry I did this to you,” she says, tears running down her face.
I want to reach out, hug her, something, but I can’t. The asshole in me can’t. I can’t comfort her.
“What’s going on with you and the nurse?” she asks me. This question came out of nowhere.
“What’s it to you?” I’m acting like a dick again.
“It’s only been a few months. Don’t you think it’s too soon?”
“Really? You want me to stay miserable forever?”
“No, I want you to be happy, but think of Hilary, Mason. It’s too soon.”
“You don’t have the right to say shit to me about this. I have been a dick to Moira, but I plan to make up for it. She’s good for me. From what I have seen recently, she is good with my son, too,” I tell her.
“I know. She seems great. I’m just worried about you and how this will affect you.”
“You need to butt out,” I tell her.
Eden looks down at her lap then back up to me. “I hope you can forgive me one day, Mason. I do. I miss our friendship, and I know this is killing Jasper.”
I clench my jaw, not responding. She takes the hint and walks out of the house, but not before turning back to me, placing her hand on my arm, and reaching up to kiss me on the cheek.
Fuck, that gutted me. I miss Eden. I have missed her for years. I don’t know how to get over this.
***
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