Back to You (32 page)

Lauren was always upset when it happened, but with Adam, she was devastated. She’d managed to convince herself that he would be the exception; that he was going to be everything she’d been waiting for.

That with him, she wouldn’t feel so broken.

And as she drove home the following morning, all she could think about was how she wished she had put it off just a little longer, because she wasn’t ready to let go of Adam yet.

But now that she’d felt it, the palpable emptiness as she gave herself to him, she knew it was over. She couldn’t bring herself to do it again. Lauren had tried that method in the past: giving it time, trying to push past it, to work around it, attempting to make herself feel something other than the void that sex created for her. But it was almost degrading, going through the motions, letting a man do things to her body while her mind and her heart felt completely detached.

Maybe she just needed to accept the fact that she was one of those people who couldn’t become emotionally invested in sex. Maybe she was incapable of bridging the gap between her heart and her body. Maybe this was as good as it was going to get for her.

Lauren might have been able to believe that about herself if she couldn’t still remember what it was like to be with Michael. But she could still call to mind the indescribable feeling: something far beyond just physical sensation. Something that had been so powerful, so completely consuming, it moved her to tears.

And somehow, realizing she might never feel that way again was more painful than believing she was incapable of feeling it to begin with.

With a deep breath, Lauren walked back to the stove. She shouldn’t be thinking about that night with Michael.

She shouldn’t be thinking about Michael at all, for that matter.

And with that, she picked up the cutting board and slid the chopped vegetables into the pan, letting the subsequent sizzle temporarily wash away the two men who were battling for control of her thoughts.

She ate her dinner on the couch, distracting herself with an old sitcom rerun, and afterward, as she was loading the dishwasher, her phone rang again.

With a little lump of dread in her stomach, Lauren leaned over and checked the display. When she saw that it was Jenn, she felt only marginally relieved.

She didn’t feel like having this conversation either, but there was no avoiding it. If she sent Jenn to voice mail, she’d just keep calling back.

With a tiny sigh, Lauren hit the button to take the call, holding the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she continued rinsing dishes.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Just cleaning up from dinner. You?”

“Driving home from a late meeting. Total pain in my ass,” Jenn sighed. “How was your date last night? Did you finally put out?”

Lauren took a breath. Might as well get it over with. “Yes.”

“You
did
!” Jenn laughed. “Oh my God, I was only kidding! Well, it’s about time. Adam’s probably skipping through the streets whistling zip-a-dee-doo-dah as we speak.”

A tiny laugh escaped Lauren’s lips.

“Sooo, how was it? Worth the wait?”

She knew what Jenn was going to accuse her of: trying to get out before things got too serious. She wouldn’t understand, but then again, how could she?

“I don’t think it’s going to work out,” Lauren said as she closed the door to the dishwasher.

“
No
!” Jenn whined. “Lauren, don’t do this! Come on, are you telling me the sex was
that
bad?”

“No, it wasn’t bad. It was just…not what I expected.”

“
So
? It was your first time with him! You need a little time to learn each other. Give the poor guy a break.”

“It’s not about the sex,” Lauren said. “It’s more about…I don’t know. The connection.”

“The connection,” Jenn deadpanned.

“I just, I don’t feel it. I can’t keep sleeping with a guy I don’t feel connected to.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and for a second, Lauren thought maybe Jenn was sympathizing with her this time. But then her voice came through the phone, tinged with anger.

“I can’t believe you.”

“What?” Lauren said, confused.

“You’re doing it again. Only this time it’s worse. You’re not doing it because of him. You’re doing it
for
him.”

Lauren shook her head. “What are you talking about?”

This was not how this conversation usually went. Jenn was supposed to be reprimanding her for her commitment issues, complaining about her fear of settling down. And while Jenn would usually sound disappointed during these rants, she never once sounded angry the way she did right now.

“Really? You’re gonna make me say it?” she challenged. “
Michael
, Lauren. You’re doing it for Michael.”

Lauren opened her mouth to respond, but nothing would come out.

“You’re falling in love with him again, aren’t you.”

It was more of a statement than a question, like she didn’t need Lauren’s answer to confirm it.

“I
knew
this was going to happen!” Jenn cried at Lauren’s extended silence. “
Goddamn it
, Lauren!”

“So what if I am?” Lauren blurted out. She didn’t even know if there was any truth to what Jenn said, but she suddenly felt extremely defensive.

“You’re really asking me that?” Jenn said, her voice incredulous. “After what he did to you? I can’t
believe
you’d be this stupid!”

Lauren ripped the phone from her ear and ended the call, slamming it down onto the counter. She didn’t want to hear anymore. The absolute last thing she needed right now was to be scolded like a child.

The phone rang again, and she lunged forward, swiping it from the counter.

“
What
?” she shouted.

“Whoa. Is this a bad time?”

Lauren dropped her head and exhaled heavily.

“Sorry,” she said, bringing her hand to her forehead. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Well shit,” Michael said with a laugh. “I’m glad I’m not whoever you were expecting.”

Lauren sighed, trying to regain her composure.

“Hey,” he said, his voice turning serious. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.”

When Lauren didn’t respond, Michael asked, “Are you home?”

“Mm-hm.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

Lauren whipped her head up. “No, no, don’t do that.”

But he’d already hung up.

She stared at the phone for a second before she dropped her head back, her arms falling limply to her sides. “Fantastic,” she exhaled at the ceiling.

She tossed her phone onto the counter, vowing to never answer it again for as long as she lived, and then she padded across the kitchen and opened her refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of Kendall Jackson.

She poured herself a glass, holding it up in a one-sided toast. “To complete and utter dysfunction,” she said, taking almost half of it down.

By the time there was a knock on her door, Lauren was already on her second glass.

“Come in,” she called from where she sat on the living room floor.

She heard the door open, and she turned her head to see him standing in the entryway.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

“I know that,” he said, removing his jacket.

Lauren nodded, looking down to run her finger along the top of her wine glass. “Where’s Erin?”

“She ditched me tonight,” he said, laying his jacket over a chair before he walked into the living room. “She’s having a girls’ night with our neighbor.”

“That’s sweet,” Lauren said. “I didn’t know you had a little girl next door.”

Michael laughed. “Little girl? Mrs. Brigante is sixty years old. Apparently girls’ nights have no age restrictions. But still, no boys allowed.”

Lauren laughed, taking another sip of wine.

“So, whatever it is, it must be pretty bad if you’re drinking alone.”

Lauren shrugged. “Well then go get a glass and make me a little less pathetic.”

He smiled down at her sympathetically, and then he turned and made his way into the kitchen. She heard him opening cabinets until he found the right one, and then he walked back into the living room and sat on the floor next to her with his back up against the couch.

Lauren leaned over and grabbed the bottle, pouring some into his glass. For a minute, they just sat next to each other in silence.

Then Lauren said, “This is oddly familiar. Only it used to be whiskey.”

Michael smiled. “And it used to be straight out of the bottle. We’ve classed it up a bit, apparently.”

Lauren laughed. “And it used to be
you
that was being consoled.”

“Yeah, well. That’s because I was always the fuck-up.”

“No, it was because you always dated whores.”

Michael smiled half-heartedly, looking down at his glass. “Not all of them were.”

She turned her head to look at him, realizing how offensive that last comment must have been. One of those women had been the mother of his child.

“Will you tell me about Erin’s mom?” she asked softly.

Michael licked his lips, his eyes still on his glass. “There’s not that much to tell. Her name’s Samantha. I met her at a party. She was a friend of a friend and we just…clicked,” he said, lifting his glass and taking a long sip.

When he didn’t continue, Lauren said, “So what happened?”

He turned toward her with his brow quirked. “Aren’t we supposed to be talking about you?”

When Lauren just looked at him expectantly, he sighed.

“We were dating for about six months before she got pregnant. She was twenty-one at the time, and she didn’t want to keep it.” Michael raked his teeth over his bottom lip before he said, “But I convinced her to. I didn’t need something else to regret. I was twenty-four years old. Definitely old enough to face the consequences of my actions instead of taking the easy way out.”

Lauren kept her eyes on him as she took another sip of her wine.

“Obviously, she agreed to keep the baby,” he said, playing with the stem of his glass. “But that was the beginning of the end for us. I think she resented me for convincing her.”

He took another long sip before he said, “A few months later, she tells me that she’s getting back with her ex. I guess they’d rekindled their relationship while ours was going down the shitter.”

Lauren frowned, and Michael looked over at her.

“He didn’t want another man’s baby. Of course he didn’t,” he said with a hollow laugh. “I know all too well how that story ends.”

Lauren dropped her eyes, chewing on the inside of her lip.

“She tried to get an abortion, but no doctor would do it that far along in her pregnancy. So she had the baby, and she gave her to me. Signed over her rights in the hospital.”

Then he tilted his head back, draining the last of his wine before he reached for the bottle and filled his glass again.

Lauren stared at him, her throat suddenly feeling tight. She pictured him at twenty-four years old, coming home with a newborn, completely alone. No wife, no girlfriend, not even his mother to turn to for guidance. Going strictly by doctors’ advice and parenting books.

Her heart felt like it was breaking in her chest.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, she felt it harden.

“Did you love her?”

Michael looked up at her. “Samantha?”

Lauren nodded.

He sighed. “Yeah. In my own way, I did. Or at least I thought I did. But after she left Erin, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

Lauren pursed her lips, nodding slowly as she looked down. He loved Samantha. He gave himself to girls like that all the time.

But he’d walked away from her.

And suddenly, it was as raw as if it had happened yesterday.

Without warning, everything she’d been bottling for years came rushing to the surface.

She was furious.

Furious that she couldn’t have a real relationship because of him. Furious that she’d gotten in a fight with her best friend because of him. Furious that Jenn was right, that she probably just ruined another good thing because of her goddamn feelings for him.

And it wasn’t about closure. It wasn’t about answers. It wasn’t about getting her friend back.

It was about finally getting to stand up for herself, after all this time.

“You loved her,” she said. “She was a shitty person, and you loved her.”

He kept his eyes straight ahead, but Lauren watched his shoulders rise as he inhaled a deep breath.

“You did it over and over,” she said with paper-thin restraint. “Gave your heart to these worthless girls.” She took a breath before she said the words she’d been waiting almost nine years to say. “So what was wrong with me?”

Michael closed his eyes and dropped his head, nodding slowly. “You know, for the past few months, I’ve been going back and forth between wishing we could just have this conversation and praying we never would.”

“What was wrong with me, Michael? Why did you walk away from me like that?”

She watched him put his glass of wine on the floor before pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes and rubbing roughly.

“Tell me why.”

He slid his hands down his face. “We were
friends
, Lauren—”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” she snapped, cutting him off. He turned his head and looked up at her, startled. “We’re both adults now. You knew it was more than friendship for me. You knew I was in love with you. Anyone with eyes could see that I was.”

He looked away from her, and she could feel herself losing the hold on what little composure she had as she pushed off the floor and stood over him.

“That last day? When we were together?” she said, her voice shaking. “It was more than friendship for you too then. Even if it was just for that moment. Don’t even try to tell me it wasn’t.”

She saw a tiny muscle flex in the side of his jaw, but he still wouldn’t look at her.

“How could you just walk away like that?” she demanded. “After everything we were to each other? Why would you do that to me?”

She thought of them together in that bed. Her first time.

“I mean, was I
that
bad?”