For a few minutes, I forgot where I was. I didn't feel the stinging in my eyes or the empty space in bed next to me. My heart felt a little lighter and the weight of last night didn't linger over me like dark cloud.

It wasn't until I heard my phone vibrate again, my wallpaper of Jake and I flashing onto the screen that I felt a wave of heartache come crashing over me. Finally, I forced myself to go through all of his messages from the night before, that were now pouring into the morning.

you're really not gonna talk to me? after everything, this is how we're going to leave this? after everything I've said to you, you're just acting like nothing ever happened?

please answer me. this is killing me. we don't have to do this. i'm sorry i promise i'll be better.

fine. if this is how you want to be, then i'll leave you alone. i can't believe the one time i finally decide to trust someone, this is what you do.

jaime i'm sorry please answer me. can't we just talk about this? i can't lose you. i didn't mean it, i just don't understand how this could happen. just tell me what you need and i'll do it i promise.

i love you so much jaime, please don't do this. just call me. I can come back and we can talk about this.

I don't know what I was supposed to say to these. I know he was hurting, and so was I. I love him and it was real, but it just needed to be a clean break, and eventually.. we would be okay again.. right? I scrolled through, now listening to his voicemail.

"Jaime, I'm so sorry, please just talk to me. We can talk about this. I don't know what else I can do. You have no idea.. I just.. I'm sorry this is so hard for me, and I know it's not fair to ask you to be so patient with me but I promise, we'll get through this. All I want is for us to get through this and to be the way we were before I left.

We were perfect. We were everything I always dreamed of and I know we can get back to that if we just.. talk. Things like this aren't easy, I know that, but for you I'm willing to work for it. I have ran away from everything else in my life the second it got too hard but.. I don't want to do that with you. I want everything with you, Jaime.

I want you there for me backstage after a show, I want to be there for you by the tree on Christmas Eve, I want to wake up in the morning and make breakfast with the kids and surprise you when you come downstairs. And I know that's a lot but I just need you to know how serious I am about this. We can talk about everything tomorrow. Maybe.. it's good we get a night to cool off and then.. everything can be okay in the morning. I love you, Jaime. More than anything. Goodnight."

The sadness in his voice broke my heart. More than anything? Had I made a mistake? Or was this just another argument we were going to have? Because I couldn't keep doing this every time we got into a fight. Why was it he could only show me this side of him when I threatened to leave? I needed this from him all the time, but he was always so quick to snap on me the second things didn't go his way.

I'm sure he was already waiting up by the phone, but I just don't think I was ready to talk to him yet. One night wasn't long enough for me to be able to think about this without getting upset. I knew the second I saw him I would probably start crying. I just needed time. Maybe it would be best for me to go home for a little while.

But then.. that would mean leaving Josh.

My heart jumped. He had promised to come get me in the morning.

I quickly got out of bed, running into the bathroom to get ready, unsure of what time he was planning on showing up. But I knew when he did, I just wanted to look as though I hadn't been up all night crying my eyes out over his brother. I wanted him to know.. just how happy I was to see him.

But even still, one of my favorite things about Josh was how I never felt like I had to try too hard, knowing that no matter how I looked, he would always love me the most for the parts of myself that couldn't get done up, and because of that, every second I spent with him, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out.

After hopping out of the shower, I threw on what clean clothes I had left, drying my hair out and styling it as much as possible, putting on just enough makeup to where it didn't seem too suspicious when I finally heard a gentle knock on the door. I couldn't help but smile, feeling my cheeks burn as I made my way over, peeking out through the peep hole to see him standing there in the hallway, nervously looking around with his hands shoved into his pockets.

I took a deep breath, fixing myself one last time in the mirror before finally opening the door, trying to contain my smile as much as possible. He smirked back at me, his eyes instantly lighting up. I couldn't even begin to explain just how amazing I felt when he looked at me like that. It was something I wish every girl could experience, but I was lucky enough that it was just for me.

"Well, good morning." He said cheerfully, casually leaning up against the door frame. My smile grew as I moved in closer, wanting nothing more than to just kiss him; his lips looking sweeter than ever, inviting me in with that captivating grin.

But I wouldn't. Not yet. Not when I didn't know where we stood. Not until he decided to make the move, which knowing him, might take forever. But even still. I'd wait forever for him if I had to.

"Good morning." I said, feeling my body get hot, my heart now beating faster. Finally I moved out of the way, motioning for him to come in as I went back into the bathroom.

"I'm almost done getting ready." I lied, just now wanting to waste as much time alone with him as I could. "You can come in if you want." He hesitated in the doorway for a moment before I heard him make his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

He slowly made his way over, leaning up against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching me from afar through the mirror's reflection as I continued to act like I still had more to do. I was glad he never really paid attention to this kind of stuff so he had no clue that I really wasn't doing anything.

Every so often I'd peek up at him to catch him smiling back at me, subtly avoiding my gaze as his smile grew every time our eyes met. As badly as I didn't want to bring him up, I felt like it would be awful if I didn't ask about him at least once..

"How is Jake doing?" I said softly, running my fingers through my hair. He shrugged, now looking down at his feet.

"He's okay, I guess." He muttered. I knew that meant he was anything but.

"Really?" He shrugged again.

"How are you doing?" He asked, slowly making his way into the bathroom. He eventually came over to me, now leaning up against the sink as he held his stare on me through the mirror.

"I'm okay." I sighed, forcing a smile, starting to feel the tears come to my eyes again. I shook it off as much as I could, peeking back up at him. My heart jumped as I caught his eyes quickly make their way down to my lips before instantly jumping back up to meet my gaze again.

So I knew he was thinking about it too.

I carefully slid my hand over across the sink until it grazed up against his. He looked down at them for a moment before slowly moving his on top of mine. Even the most innocent touch sent my head into a whirlwind, making my body scream from deep down within.

"Jaime.." He said, leaning in closer. I turned to face him, my eyes moving back down to his lips.

"Mhm?"

"We should probably talk about this." He giggled, gently intertwining his fingers into mine. I bit down on my lip, nodding as I moved in closer. I couldn't believe just how drawn to him I was, having never felt like this before, not to this extent at least.

Something had changed between us, and now I couldn't understand how I didn't fully grasp what I had when I had it. But now he was here and it was taking everything in me to keep myself off of him.

"You should know that.. Jake is heartbroken." He whispered, now avoiding my eyes. My stomach dropped.

"R-really?" I asked. He nodded, gently rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand.

"And.. he's my brother." He said. I knew where he was going with this. I nodded.

"I.. I don't know what you want right now, but.. I think.. as far as.. us, we.. we need to take things.. slow."

"That's what I want too." I whispered, peeking back up at him. I saw his lips slowly curl into an excited grin.

"Okay." He said, leaning in closer, gently kissing my cheek. "We should probably go then. They're waiting for us in the lobby." I carefully pulled my hand away, going back out and grabbing my bags from the foot of my bed. He followed me, taking them from my hands, tossing one over his shoulder as he lead us out into the hallway, shutting the door behind us.