Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
What Matty couldn’t do with Wells except behind closed doors.
When he scrolled over to a picture of Wells with his hand up and Alex doing jazz hands, Matty’s stomach dropped.
We’re engaged!
His eyes narrowed as he looked back at the picture, and yeah, there was a ring. But what the fuck? It had only been a couple months! How was Wells engaged already? Navigating away from Facebook, he texted Wells.
Matty: Really?
Matty: You’re engaged?
Matty: How? It’s been like five minutes since we broke up!
The messages were delivered and then read, but Wells didn’t answer him back. Swallowing down the emotion in his throat, Matty typed once more.
Matty: You won’t go through with it. You don’t love the guy. You love me, Wells. You know you do.
Still nothing.
Throwing his phone across the room, he lay back on his bed, his heart slowly but surely breaking all over again in his chest.
“He won’t do it. He can’t,” he said out loud. “He doesn’t love anyone but me.”
He was trying so hard to reassure himself, but if that were the truth, why did he have that sickening feeling in his gut that Wells would go through with it?
That he didn’t love Matty anymore.
That it was over.
Three
Alex was asleep beside him when Wells’s phone started to go off.
He reached for it off the nightstand, and his heart stopped when he saw who the texts were from.
Matty.
Staring at the string of messages from his ex-lover, Wells felt his heart start to race and sweat begin to gather at his temple. He had done so well ignoring Matty, trying to get over him. But these words from him made Wells restless. Pushing the blankets off, he got out of bed and headed out onto the balcony, letting the brisk night air hit his naked torso and cause goose bumps all over his body. Swallowing hard, he looked through the messages once more. He even went to type back, but he couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
Matty: You won’t go through with it. You don’t love the guy. You love me, Wells. You know you do.
Wells looked out over the Denver skyline, emotion choking him as he repeated what Matty had sent, over and over again. He wanted so badly to text him back, to remind Matty that he was the one who didn’t want this, what Wells and Alex had. But what was the point? It would just hurt both of them.
He was tired of hurting over Matty Haverbrooke.
The first month after his trip to New Jersey, Wells was a wreck. Didn’t do anything for the first two weeks, when he wasn’t on the ice, but lie in his bed and wallow. After deciding that was pathetic and he needed some spiritual healing, he went to yoga—and that’s how Alex came along. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but one thing led to another, and he found himself with his cock so far down Alex’s throat that he forgot.
He forgot everything.
The pain, the hurt, the loneliness, the memories, everything—they were gone. But they always came back. Tenfold. And then he was a mess once more. Hell, he was still a mess. Closing his eyes, he let his phone fall to his side as he leaned into the rail of his balcony.
What the hell was he doing?
Did he love Alex, or was this whole thing out of spite? Was it just the sex? Was it the fact that he didn’t think much when he was with Alex? He didn’t want to cry or beg for Matty to come out so they could be together. Because Wells wasn’t going to go back to Matty unless he did. Wells wouldn’t do that to himself. No way, and because of that, he hurt all the time. He missed Matty with a fierceness he couldn’t even describe. He missed Matty’s laugh, his smile, and those eyes. God, it was hard, but he had to stick to his guns. When he was with Alex, he got to fuck and drink and not worry about anything else. It was nice. But now… Now, things were getting serious. Was he making the right decision? Why was he asking this now? One text from Matty, and now he was questioning everything.
Where was this when Alex had asked him to marry him yesterday?
Had he even thought it through? Or was it that he wanted so desperately to be in a real, beautiful relationship that he just said yes? Because, shit, it seemed so quick.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he lifted his phone, ignoring the texts from Matty and going to his favorites on his call log. Looking over each name, he gave himself a reason why he couldn’t call them. Vaughn and Jensen would be asleep and wouldn’t answer. They slept like the dead. The last time he’d called his sister after eleven, she’d cussed him out and didn’t talk to him the following day. That girl was acting odd, and he had no clue what was going on. He’d see her soon, though, and then he’d harass her until she told him. That left his mom, and when he clicked her name, he only waited a moment before she answered excitedly.