–Nora Blakely DREW HAD BEEN on his way over when Sebastian called me, so before I’d gone to the gym, I’d texted Drew and told him what was going on. He was standing at the shop’s door as I walked up. “He’s drunk,” I said shakily. “What happened over there? Did he hurt you?” he scowled. I swallowed. “No, nothing like that. He told me—no, he ordered me to get out. He didn’t want me around,” I said, not meeting his eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me and then sighed, like he was sad. “Shit, Leo’s the one you want?” I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. “No, wait, let me say this. When something hurts this bad, Nora, you need to fucking let it go. Let him go.” “I know. I’m trying,” I whispered. “And I’m not giving up on us. I want you as mine,” he said, walking over to me. He tipped my face up to look at him. The air thickened with tension, and I sensed somehow things had suddenly changed between us. “Why?” I whispered.
