I let out a shaky breath. I’m proud of myself for not pulling back.
I didn’t sift my thoughts through a filter. I just wrote what I felt.
And it’sEzra’sface and the sound ofhisvoice that won’t leave me.
I reach for my phone; the need to talk to someone is too strong to deny. I message Hallie.
Scarlett
I wrote a scene. It was good. And I’m terrified.
Hallie
That’s great! Not the terrified part. Tell me what’s going on!
I stare at the screen for a second before my eyes start to sting. Not a full cry. Just enough to blur the text.
Hallie
Also, terrified means the words mattered.
Of course, she knows. Hallie has always been my anchor when I forget who I am. She knows my habits and cycles.
Hallie
Who is he?
Scarlett
The man who owns this cottage. I can’t cross the line with him.
Hallie
But you’re already writing about him?
Scarlett
I know! That’s what scares the shit out of me!
Hallie
Okay, has anything happened between you two?
I glance out the window.
Scarlett
No. We’ve had coffee the past two mornings. He’s attractive. My type. Intriguing. Makes jokes and is somewhat of an asshole at times.
Hallie
Look, I’m not telling you what to do in any way, but maybe see where things go? Write your fantasy with him. Maybe you’ll manifest it.
Scarlett
I need to protect him from me. I ruin everything.
Hallie