Alex sat in his apartment, staring at his phone.
It had been three hours since Nicole walked out. Three hours of sitting in silence, nursing a beer he didn't really want, replaying the fight in his head.
"You're afraid of committing."
Maybe she was right. Maybe he was afraid.
But not of commitment itself. Of committing to the wrong person.
He set the beer down and picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the one labeled "Grayson's phone."
His thumb hovered over Mia's name.
He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't.
He was engaged. Sort of. Maybe. He and Nicole hadn't exactly broken up, but they were... something. Fractured. Broken.
And reaching out to another woman while his relationship was falling apart was exactly the kind of thing that would make him an asshole.
But his thumb moved anyway, opening the message thread.
