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Iโve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight.โYou three belong together.โโHe loves you.โโHe wants you back.โโWhat do you have to lose if you do call him?โI know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt meโusโall over again?Whatโs the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldnโt it be insane to let him back into our lives and hope it ends differently?Angel and Marta have both said heโs reduced his hours at the business. That theyโve hired new people. That heโs learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he really have changed for us, even if he didnโt think weโd ever come back?I donโt know.Weโve been in bed since midnight, and itโs now 3 a.m. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe, tying it tightly around me. I canโt lay here any longer. And if I keep shifting, Iโm going to wake
Iโm standing outside the girlsโ apartmentโour old apartmentโwith a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler full of drinks, fruit, and toppings. I brought muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels.Okay, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. Iโm just so fucking anxious, I donโt know what to do with myself.I was already awake when Andieโs text came through last night, replaying everything Angel had said to me earlier. Iโd been scrolling through old photos of Andie and Jaime, staring at all the joy I used to have. I miss them so damn much. It took losing them to understand exactly how badly Iโd fucked up.I didnโt even hesitate. I texted back immediately that Iโd bring breakfast.And for the first time in a while, I fell asleep without any trouble.Granted, it was only for a few hoursโI had to make deliveries at the bakery this morningโbut I got there early, dropped everything off, and grabbed the best of the morningโs offerings for them.Now Iโv
Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Love in the Time of Quarantine. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you. 1. If you are interested in what I listen to while Iโm writing, you can find my playlist โCreative Juicesโ on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 2. Other books on GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldnโt produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Trio Legacy Series: The stories of the children of the wolves introduced in the Trio of Mates Series. Completed: Hide and Seek, Ongoing: Red Rover Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) 3. Follow me under the same name
Restaurants? Closed. Parks? Empty. Streets? Deserted. The world just suddenly stopped. The coronavirus (COVID-19) began in Wuhan, China, showing up in late December 2019. It quickly spread throughout the globe, causing death, financial disaster, job loss, and family upheaval. There isnโt a part of our lives that hasnโt been affected by COVID-19. As of today, February 24, 2022, there have been over 431 million worldwide deaths with new cases occurring every day. For many, we have lost loved ones. Some were stranded in other countries with no way to get home for weeks or months. Most of us were unable to see family or friends who lived out of our immediate bubble for nearly a year. The effect of quarantine on our mental health, learning, work, and relationships cannot be undersold. It brought Tiger King, sourdough bread making, so much Zoom, mass pet adoptions, and TikTok dance challenges. Working from home took on a new meaning while you tried to juggle children loggin
The doorbell rings, and I immediately become flustered. Ashton is here. My body flushes with the anticipation of seeing him.I walk quickly to the door and stop in front of the mirror beside it. My long, thick dark brown hair is pulled into a ponytail that falls down my back. My blue eyes are clear and bright with excitement. My mauve lipstick sets off my light complexion and highlights my full lips. I tug down the tight cream shirt, making sure my cleavage is on full display, and wipe my hands on my jeans.I know I seem a bit thirstyโbut damn, I am. Ashton James has starred in nearly all my sexual fantasies since I was thirteen. Now, at nineteen, Iโm going to be spending an entire week alone with him while he interviews with several companies in the area. My college roommate is helping her family move this week, so heโll be staying in her room.Once Iโm satisfied with how I look, I plaster a smile on my face and open the door.Iโm immediately engulfed in his brawny arms and the smel
Ash decides heโd rather stay in, so I start working on dinner. Iโm making his favoriteโmy momโs lasagna.โIโm gonna go shower. Public transport just makes you feel all grimy,โ he says, uncorking a bottle of red wine. โDonโt drink that until I get out! Itโs gotta breathe.โโYes, sir!โ I snap him a salute before turning back to the meat cooking on the stove.โMmmm. I could get used to that kind of obedience from you.โ As he walks past, he smacks my ass with the towel in his hand.โAsshole!โ I shout after his laughing form as he disappears into Koraโs room.Over the next fifteen minutes, while I hear the water running in the shower, I brown the meat, make the sauce, and layer the lasagna in the dish. Iโve just slid it into the oven when I hear Ashton call my name.โWhat?โ I yell, setting the timer on my phone.I hear a muffled responseโsomething about owls?โWhat the fuck are you talking about owls for?โ I mutter, walking toward the bathroom. The showerโs still running, so he obviously c
By the time Ashton wanders into the kitchen after his shower, Iโve already set my plan into motion. Iโve got a club playlist pumping through the speakers, and Iโm swaying my hips in time with the beat. Iโve changed into a low-cut white tank top and cutoff jean shortsโwhat I normally wear when paintingโso theyโre worn, tight, and splattered with streaks of color. The tank is soaked down the front, making it practically see-through.You wanna play, Ashton?Game fucking on.I hear him stop in the doorway. There's a sharp inhale as he takes me in.I add a little more sway to my hips, singing along to the music like I have no idea he's watching.As I put the dishes away, I run my hands slowly over my body, pretending to wipe water from my clothesโtrailing from my stomach down to my hips. I keep dancing, letting the rhythm take over, fingers tangling in my hair as I pull the tie loose, letting it fall around my shoulders. I run my hands through it, over my body, into the air, completely in s
Conversation over dinner shifts to my year at school and the advertising companies Ashton is interviewing with.โSo are you planning on staying here in New York?โ I ask, taking a sip of wine.โIf the job requires it. Most of these places have a short internship period here before itโs possible to transfer to other branches. All four companies Iโm interviewing with have locations in Ohio, so I could go back home.โ His eyes flick to mine. โIf New York doesnโt work for me.โGenuinely curious, I ask, โWhat do you mean?โHe hesitates, then shrugs. โOh, you know. If I donโt adjust to city life.โI laugh. โCome on, Ashton. Whatโs not to love about the city? You can walk everywhere. The varietyโfood, experiences, peopleโall in one square block. Thatโs more than our entire hometown has in ten miles. Concerts, galleries, clubs, fashion, restaurantsโฆ New Yorkโs got it all.โ I stretch my arms wide to emphasize it.He grins. โYou really love it here, donโt you?โโOf course!โ I beam, stabbing anothe
Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Love in the Time of Quarantine. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you. 1. If you are interested in what I listen to while Iโm writing, you can find my playlist โCreative Juicesโ on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 2. Other books on GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldnโt produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Trio Legacy Series: The stories of the children of the wolves introduced in the Trio of Mates Series. Completed: Hide and Seek, Ongoing: Red Rover Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) 3. Follow me under the same name
Iโm standing outside the girlsโ apartmentโour old apartmentโwith a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler full of drinks, fruit, and toppings. I brought muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels.Okay, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. Iโm just so fucking anxious, I donโt know what to do with myself.I was already awake when Andieโs text came through last night, replaying everything Angel had said to me earlier. Iโd been scrolling through old photos of Andie and Jaime, staring at all the joy I used to have. I miss them so damn much. It took losing them to understand exactly how badly Iโd fucked up.I didnโt even hesitate. I texted back immediately that Iโd bring breakfast.And for the first time in a while, I fell asleep without any trouble.Granted, it was only for a few hoursโI had to make deliveries at the bakery this morningโbut I got there early, dropped everything off, and grabbed the best of the morningโs offerings for them.Now Iโv
Iโve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight.โYou three belong together.โโHe loves you.โโHe wants you back.โโWhat do you have to lose if you do call him?โI know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt meโusโall over again?Whatโs the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldnโt it be insane to let him back into our lives and hope it ends differently?Angel and Marta have both said heโs reduced his hours at the business. That theyโve hired new people. That heโs learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he really have changed for us, even if he didnโt think weโd ever come back?I donโt know.Weโve been in bed since midnight, and itโs now 3 a.m. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe, tying it tightly around me. I canโt lay here any longer. And if I keep shifting, Iโm going to wake
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. Weโre a well-oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards.Itโs something we started back in college with Angelโa weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game we play, and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. Itโs more about hanging out and having fun than anything else.Maddie and Angel have been very careful about who they let into their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still going on.Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left: a silent orbit around each other. We hold each other through the tears and the pain, but we donโt really talk.I mean, whatโs there to say?Weโre enough for each otherโbut not for the man we love.It hurts. And weโre grie
โAngel, do you have tomorrowโs shipment of bread all packaged? Carmelloโs needs the delivery an hour early. Iโd like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,โ I call to Angel.When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business, and Iโve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. Iโve cut my hours back so that Iโm working nine-hour days, as opposed to the sixteen-hour days I was working before.The only reason that Iโm driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took the day off. Otherwise, Iโve even built in Wednesdays and Sundays as days off.โYes, everythingโs all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. Iโll get that done in the next hour,โ Angel tells me.I let out a huge sigh. โOk. Iโm heading
Itโs been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. Weโve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our breakup, Jorge was gone before Andie and I even woke up. Heโd packed a bag and left a note saying heโd be in and out while we were at work over the coming week.Heโs moving into an apartment over his parentsโ restaurant. It used to be his dadโs office, and over the years, various family members have crashed there when they were in the doghouse with their wives or girlfriends.Not a bad placeโbut not exactly the kind of space youโd expect someone with a thriving business to live in. Still, with COVID still bad, Jorge decided to stay somewhere only family had been. Said it was safer.Trying to decide what belongs to who over text is awful.Iโd honestly thought Jorge was the one. The guy Iโd spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie into our lives, it felt perfect. For a while.So we bought everything togetherโTV, couch, microwave. Even
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back.I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns toward me andโGodโit feels good to kiss him. Iโve missed him so damn much. Itโs been too damn long.Jaime brings his mouth back to hers, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie heโs wearing and I rip it off of him.Jaime finds his mouth again, and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaimeโs mouth, his body tensing in arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs.Jorge pulls back from Jaimeโs mouth to look down at me. โPlease. I need you both.โ His voice is so full of need.I look at Jaime, asking if sheโs okay with this. Because this is going to be an end, not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him.Jaime nods, both of us catching the motion.Jorge surges from the chair, knocking it to t
Andie looks between Jaime and me, and I can tell she immediately understands whatโs going on. Sheโs always had that abilityโto take in a situation at a glance and know exactly whatโs happening. I guess thatโs what makes her such a good programmer.And an expert at calling me on my bullshit.Ever since the day I triggered Jaimeโs meltdown, Andieโs been more distant with me. I think she realized that, even though the promises I made to her and Jaime were heartfelt, they werenโt ones I could keep.The time I managed to get after that? It felt more like it was for Jaimeโs benefit than for Andieโs. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesnโt take shit from anyone.She gave me more rope than I deserved. And I guess I finally used it to hang myself.โHow far are we into this conversation?โ Andie asks calmly.I blink at her, caught off guard by how level her voice is.Jaime answers instead. โI told him heโs not treating us like priorities. That the last chance we gave him was the la
Iโm sitting on the couch flipping through TV channels when Jorge walks in. Itโs been two days since our failed date night, and this is the first time Iโve seen him for more than a passing second. Heโs dressed in sweats and a tank top, hair wet from a showerโhe mustโve just come back from a run.Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since that night. With the hours heโs been keeping, I donโt really know what heโs up to anymore.Honestly? I donโt know if I can even muster the energy to care. Every time I try, it just ends up hurting.โHeyโฆโ Jorge says tentatively, sitting on the arm of the couch.I glance over. โHey,โ I reply, then turn my attention back to the TV.โUmโฆ whereโs Andie?โ he asks, like heโs not sure what to say.โDoctorโs appointment and then grocery shopping.โ My responses arenโt angryโjust short. I give the remote a voice command to switch to N*****x and start scrolling through options, skipping past the show I actually want to watch.Shadow and Bone. Canโ