Back Till Summer Do Us Part
Chapters (38)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Epilogue
  37. Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
  38. More Books by Meghan

“Because it’s not the truth,” Wilder says. “We fucked last night.”

Of course he’d just come out and say it. That’s Wilder. Never holds anything back. And even though I can feel a hint of embarrassment creep up my back, I kind of really like that about him.

“You did.” Sanders smiles widely. “Would you like to tell me how it went? I mean, from the way you two are smiling at each other, I’m going to assume it went really well.”

Wilder adjusts the bracelet I made for him that has my name on it, a bracelet that he’s kept on his wrist the entire time. “She’s fucking phenomenal in bed.” Then he looks at me and says, “No one compares. Pretty sure I blacked out last night…and this morning.”

Okay, now my cheeks are really flaming.

“And what about you?” Sanders asks as I fidget in my seat. “How do you feel?”

I glance over at Wilder, and not able to hold back my smile, I answer, “Amazing.”

“Well, this is exactly what I wanted to hear.” Sanders tosses the ball in the air and catches it. “I truly felt like you guys needed a moment to clear your minds, and you did that on your own. You found each other again, talked out some issues, and now you’ve started being intimate once more. Do you feel like you’re communicating well again?”

“For the most part,” Wilder says, eyeing me. “I think there was some holding out on communication last night, but once I pressed, she let me in.”

Sanders turns his attention to me. “Why were you holding out on talking to Wilder?”

“Um, because I just wasn’t sure if he was in the same frame of mind as I was,” I answer honestly. “And I didn’t want to feel embarrassed if he wasn’t.”

Sanders nods his head. “Holding information out of fear is the biggest form of miscommunication, but it’s also the most common. Every relationship, no matter how excellent you are at talking to your partner, experiences a form of miscommunication. It’s human nature. We become guarded, we don’t want to get hurt, we’re unsure of how the other person is going to respond, so we hold our cards close to our chest. We don’t tell the entire truth, which always hurts the relationship in the long run. It’s so incredibly common, so much so that Ellison and I suffer from the same thing at times. It’s one of the biggest issues among all my couples.”

“That makes sense,” Wilder says. “In a world where we live in our phones, it’s easy to hold out, to not practice simple conversational techniques.”

“Exactly. It’s why we confiscate phones while you’re here, because we want you hearing your partners. We want you seeing them. We want you at your rawest form.”