Page 27 of Love Always, Nova Black

“Like you said, I got in my head, and once that happens, it’s a wrap.”

Sighing, she said, “Oh, trust me, I already know.”

I rolled my eyes, hating that she was able to agree with me so easily. But I couldn’t hide from the facts, and Izzy certainly wasn’t going to allow me to.

Grabbing my bottled water from the cupholder, I took a quick sip. “Anyway, despite my response, I did feel something, and I have no idea how to explain it.”

“No worries. You don’t have to explain it. What you felt was a spark, sweetheart. A real one.”

Removing my hands away from the bike handles, I sat up straight. “You think so?”

“See, you’ve been with that lackluster asshole of a husband for so long, you don’t even know what a spark is.”

“I guess not.”

“Mmhmm, that’s something that you don’t get with everyone. But when you do get it, it’s meant to be explored. I know you’re scared, but don’t miss out on something that was meant for you. You’re my friend, and I want to see you happy.”

“Trust me, I want to be happy.”

“Well, go get your man, girl. Have you tried to call him?”

“I actually tried to call him this morning before he left for Dallas, but he didn’t answer, nor did he call me back. That’s not like him.”

Izzy shrugged. “Maybe he got caught up with Dakota and just forgot to call you back.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Call him now.”

Thinking that was a good idea, I grabbed my cell and pulled up my call logs. As soon as I hit his name, I put the phone on speaker and waited for him to pick up. But after two rings it went straight to voicemail.

“Oh, wow,” Izzy said. “Sounds like your call was just declined.”

“Damn, you think so?”

Sliding a towel across her forehead, she nodded. “Mmhmm.”

“But he said he wasn’t upset with me.”

“I mean, you did leave him with a hard dick. If a nigga left me with a throbbing pussy and no relief, I would be mad at his ass too.”

“So, you think he’s pissed at me for not having sex with him?”

She shook her head while giggling. “Girl, nah, I’m just being silly. I’m sure it’s more to it than that. He’s probably just trying to process what happened between the two of you. Give him some time.”

“How much time?”

“I don’t know…maybe two days. By then, I’m sure he’ll be calling you,” she said. “The two of you don’t go long without talking anyway.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Okay, so just relax. You’ll hear from him soon.”

I hoped like hell she was right. Going days without talking to Don wasn’t something I was used to, and I damn sure didn’t need that to start now.

Hopping off the exercise bike, I said, “Girl, I’m done. Forty-five minutes is all I have in me on this thing.”

“Yeah, I think I’m done too. Do you want to go grab a couple of smoothies? I’m in the mood for something fruity.”