Coming Home
Run Away Before You Drown
There was a list sitting on my desk, staring at me. It felt like it was mocking me, truth be told. What kind of sociopath made a list like this? Who in the right mind would make a pros and cons list of which guy they wanted to be with? Honestly, I had no idea what the hell was wrong with me. Why did I feel the need to do this? My life wasn't some romance novel or a movie where I had a love triangle. It wasn't even a fucking love triangle. I just liked two men and felt like a piece of shit because my heart wanted both of them.
Sighing, I looked down at the list I had written. It was strange that I was even doing something like this when based on the list, I knew who the winner was. On paper, one of them was perfect. In person, one of them was perfect. But my heart wanted both of them.
Under Matt's name I had written:
Pros: horse cock, first love, smart, funny, charming, dimples, arms for days, that voice
Cons: we literally can't be in the same room without fighting, too much history.
With Charlie I had:
Pros: horse cock, smart, funny, charming, jaw line, abs for days, that voice, sweetheart, good sex, passionate, caring, genuine, loves me
Cons: Not Matt
I hated that this was his con because Charlie was so perfect, and I loved him, but I also loved Matt. And what kind of person would I be if I tortured both men and myself? This is why I didn't do relationships. I didn't do relationships because I wanted to be selfish. I wanted everything out of them, and I wanted it with two different men.
A small scream tore from my throat as I wadded up the paper and threw it in the trash. I was literally a sociopath to think that a list was going to help determine my fate. And why the fuck did their dick size matter? As long as they both gave good sex (which they did) why did it matter?
My head thudded against my desk. This was too damn hard. I needed to be single, but I was living with Charlie. I was living with a man I was in love with, but who I also didn't want to hurt because of my love for another man. WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME? Who the hell did I think I was?
"Rae," Charlie said as he entered my office. "It's seven and you didn't come home."
I stared up at the perfect man, my Superman. "I'm sorry. Things are just hectic in my brain." I stood up and walked over to him, loving the feel of his warm arms around me.
"You okay?"
My head shook against his chest. "No, Charlie. Something really fucked up is wrong with me."
He tilted my chin up. "What makes you say that?"
"What kind of sick woman is in love with two men?"
"Someone with a big heart, Reaper." His blue eyes sparkled. "I have an idea I want to run by you, but you have to come home first."
I nodded, curious as to what this man's idea could possibly be.
Notes
Okay, it's short but that's because the next chapter is a doozy.
I'm sorry for not updating for the last few days. I've been having some health issues and just wanted to not write for a bit.
BUT I GOT ACCEPTED TO GRAD SCHOOL!!!!
@BeccaBearSc
Awww thank you!
2/2/19