CammyOh, my soul. I told him; I really told him how I felt, and now he’s coming over later. What am I going to do? Should I have been that honest with him after all? Elijah is hazardous to my health as it is!Blimey, I need a drink.I walk towards my kitchen and watch as my cat, Midnight, eyes me with judgment while I pour myself a large glass of wine. “What? I deserve this,” I say as I lift the glass to my lips.I followed Leana’s advice and had a big talk with myself and how I felt before deciding to be honest about my feelings for a certain CEO playboy. Now I don’t know if I regret it or not.It’s been almost six hours since I called him, and my stomach is still tied in knots. After that one glass of wine, I couldn’t stomach more and proceeded to pace the floor like a worried cat.It’s only when my doorbell rings that my heart stills; it has to be Elijah.Swallowing deep, I wipe my sweaty palms on the fabric of my dress and walk towards the front door. One glance into the peephol

CammyIt’s been about two weeks and Elijah acts the same when we’re at work. I don’t know why, but I sort of expected him to be different, but then again I didn’t exactly behave differently either, did I? To be honest, I don’t quite know how I’m supposed to act now that we’re officially together.Unofficially official? That sounds about right.After working hours it’s a different story altogether; he picks me up at home, takes me out for dinner and afterward we go back to my place. The evenings either end in us making love or falling asleep after just talking.I always find it odd that we never go back to his place, but every time I want to bring it up, it always slips my mind. We have a lunch date together today, so perhaps I should bring it up then.But it’s only been two weeks, though! Should I make a big deal about it if we’re still in the early stages? It feels wrong.My desk phone starts ringing, snapping me out of my thoughts. Just what I need right now; a distraction from ever

Here I stand, my figure silhouetted in the doorway of Ethan’s room, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he finally sinks into sleep. His face still carries the residual traces of the day’s sorrow. I swallow hard, my heart lodged somewhere between my throat and my gut. The burden he’s carrying—the absence of a mother—isn’t something he should bear, especially not alone. My own emotions encircle me, threatening to pull me under. I’ve never felt this helpless.With a sigh, I turn away and reach for my phone, my fingers automatically dialing Sebastian’s number. Sebastian has always been my confidant, my sounding board, for as long as I can remember. I need his counsel now more than ever, to steer me through this emotional tempest.The phone rings, then Sebastian’s voice flows through the line. It’s warm, concerned. “This is becoming a habit, Somersett,” he says with amusement in his tone, but when I sigh, I can literally see his smile fade. “You alright, mate?”My voice is so lade