Accidentally in Love

Perfect For You

My glow-in-the-dark stars were beginning to fade. It was depressing. The little light left in my life was now threatening to burn out as well.

I inwardly winced at how pathetic I sounded. I didn't need a man to be happy. I never did.

But I needed Connor.

It was more than just a physical need or the comfort of companionship. Slowly but surely we had become more than boyfriend and girlfriend. We had become a family. And our daughter needed us. Both of us. She deserved to grow up in a household where her parents could actually be in the same room as each other.

Sighing, I turned to look at the clock. It had only been three minutes since the last time I checked. It didn't matter anyway. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Without Connor next to me, my body was unable to succumb to drowsiness. Thus, I had developed a case of insomnia.

It had been over two weeks. Endless days where nothing got done. Endless nights where I cried, praying that my tears would give me clarity and save me from my exhaustion. But sleep never came.

Connor had called that morning to say they had extended their promo tour by an extra week. As much as I wanted to believe that he was just incredibly busy with work, I knew he was also avoiding me. And I didn't blame him.

I had tried to force myself to say the words, standing in front of the mirror, practicing them. But that's exactly how they sounded. Forced. As if I had to physically exert myself in order to get them out. I constantly wondered what kind of soulless creature I was that I couldn't even profess my love to the world's most perfect man.

A loud banging on my door brought me out of my pity party. Confused as to who could possibly be visiting at such a late hour, I lifted myself out of bed and waddled towards the door.

I pulled it open and an extremely hammered Eli fell on top of me. Grunting, I swung his arm over my shoulder and dragged him to the couch, throwing him down before heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

When I returned, I handed him the glass before sitting on the arm of the couch.

He chugged the water before smiling at me gratefully. "You're such a good friend."

I crossed my arms over my chest, pissed that I was having to deal with this situation. Eli didn't drink on a regular basis, but when he did, he took no prisoners. This wasn't the first night I'd had to coddle him back to reality. "And you're wasted."

He let out a giggle and nodded happily. "Yep."

I rolled my eyes as I moved to take a seat on the couch. "What's wrong?"

He shrugged. "Nothing. I'm as happy as I could possibly be. I'm living the single life now."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You and Melinda broke up?"

"Yep," he replied as he lay down on the couch, holding the empty glass like a teddy bear, "she doesn't like me anymore."

I rolled my eyes. "How is that possible? You guys dated for five years and she just now figured out she doesn't like you?"

Eli's eyes drifted closed as he answered. "Mhmm. Something about wanting to explore her options now that she got her promotion."

Refusing to let him sleep when I couldn't, I leaned over and shoved him until he opened his eyes and sat up. He glared at me. "You're mean."

I resisted the urge to smack him, instead making him scoot over so I could take a seat next to him on the couch. "So, do you want to talk about it?"