Page 3 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

Dexter

I have your phone sitting beside me on the bed, and yet still I’m texting it. I have no idea what that says about me, but I need you to know this. I need to have record of it.

The guys aren’t doing well. They’re devastated you’ve left, even though we understand it. Surprisingly, I understand it better than I thought I would. I’ve done nothing but avoid my past. So I can’t say I blame you for taking off the moment yours threatened to rear its head.

We fucked up, Alex. We spent so much time focusing on what we should do, what we needed to do, and what Alphas and Omegas do that we forgot that before there were scent matches, friendships were forming.

I mean, maybe not between the two of us, but that’s not because of you. It’s because I’m a douchebag with hangups and couldn’t figure out how to get past them.

But I’m going to try. I told Dario I would try, I told Jude I would try, so now I’m telling you.

I’m going to try, Alex.

When you get back, I’m going to give the Alpha/Omega thing a try. I’m going to push down my trauma, just for a bit, so we can figure out who we could be to one another. Who we would be if our histories didn’t haunt us.

And I know we can’t do that until we make this a safe place for you. I have some ideas, and I know we’re going to be able to do it.

It just may take some time.

We’re figuring out who fucked with you, and once they’re gone, I want you to come back.

The rest of the pack does too, but you need to know I want you to come back.

Okay? I want you to come back.