CHAPTER 63: LIFE'S A MESS

"Give me a call or something before bed, alright?" Dane tells me, and I sigh, keeping the phone pressed to my ear.

"I'll try, I'll be up late tonight, but I'll send you a text," I reply with a shrug.

"Okay, great. Have a good night, Juls. I'll see you Friday for our date."

I have regrets, huge regrets, and I don't have a clue what to do. Dane has been borderline obsessive since we got back together. He texts and calls all the time, he wants to see me every night and have me come over to his place.

As if it wasn't bad enough that we had such a messy split last week, it was only worsened by the new terms we settled on at breakfast the next morning.

The night before, I was initially taken with Dane's effort. That he showed up in an effort to get me back and that he was prepared to let me take some time to think about it. But the next morning when I woke up in his bed, I felt nagged. I felt like I'd really done the wrong thing, and I couldn't figure out why.

It was nice to be wanted,