Selena was quiet for a long time, and I didn't feel like starting a conversation as well. I just helped her blow dry her hair so we could go to bed early.
As I unplugged the hair dryer and set it aside, Selena caught the corner of my shirt. With a hurt look, she asked, "Hud, if we break up, will you find someone else?"
Overcome with embarrassment, I struggled to confess to Selena that I was in a relationship. Instead, I averted my gaze and replied vaguely, "I... I don't know."
After I placed the hair dryer back, she remained seated on my bed.
"Selena, it's getting late. You really should head back to your room and get some rest." I approached her, hoping to persuade her to leave, but she refused.
Selena sat on the bed, hugging her legs. "Hud, I'm really scared. Can you stay here with me? I swear I'll just sleep and won't bother you with anything else. Please, I'm terrified of being alone. Please don't leave me alone."
I often felt frustrated with myself. I was in a committed relationship yet found myself entangled with my ex-wife. If I slept in the same bed with her, who would believe nothing was happening? Honestly, I wouldn't believe it either.
I sighed and firmly declined Selena's invitation to share a room. "Selena, it's over between us. We shouldn't share a room. If we were to sleep in the same room and word got out, it would only invite gossip."
Selena remained unconvinced by my words. "Why not? We've been together before, and this is my house. It's just the two of us here. If neither of us acknowledges what happened, who would ever find out that we slept together?"
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