16. Hot & Microwaved
Hot they’re about balance.
A constant give-and-take where both people show up, put in the effort, and work through the hard parts together.
Love isn’t a promise—it’s a choice, made over and over again.
And now it’s my time to choose Logan. Amelie. Ian.
Not myself.
“If you were living life for yourself, you’d slam me against that counter, wouldn’t you?” Her nose almost brushes mine, lips breathing on my skin. “You’d show me how much you want me, and there would be no second-guessing. No mistakes, no regrets. Would there?”
My fingers twitch, aching to touch her, but I stop myself. My heart thuds harder, faster. It feels like I’m suffocating. I want her, and it scares the hell out of me. I breathe in, but the air feels too thick, like I’m trapped in some kind of fucked-up loop I can’t escape.
“But you won’t,” she says, voice cold. “Because that would mean accepting you’re not perfect. That you never will be, and if the people around you can’t get on board with that, then they don’t deserve to be in your life.”
“Enough,” I grind out. “Please, just . . . stop talking.”
“You—”
“Shut up, Charlotte,” I snap, hating the words as they come out.