"YOU LIVE WHERE?" Her voice was louder than usual. Several of the other nearby patrons even turned to stare at us.Wondering what I said wrong, I lower...d my voice; "The Broadhurst in city center. Bree, what's wrong? We don't have to go. If that's bad for you, we can do a motel." I thought that maybe she had an old boyfriend there or something.She shook her head in disbelief. She hugged me tightly and kissed me again. "Jon ... that's where I live."It was then my turn to gawk at what had just been. My ex had gotten a place off campus with a mutual friend of ours. They shared the house with a married couple who worked in the area.Naomi - my ex - and I weren’t on the best of terms; it was a messy, slow, and painful breakup, not made any easier by the fact that we were still deeply attracted to each other. The relationship was toxic, but the sex was addictive.One day, my ex invited me over to see the place and we immediately wound up in her bedroom. We agreed that we were not getting back. I have to babysit for this tragically hot guy and his horrible wife. They told me that I had to play stupid games with their boring five year old and I on top of that I had to let him win every game. Lucky for me the wife started to feel bad so they ended their night early. The only thing that made me have an enjoyable night was that they paid for the entire night instead of the hour and a half I was there. A couple weeks later the wife calls me and asks if I could babysit for them again that. This changed everything. He couldn’t be open without letting his emotions get out of control, so he would sit in the back and not participate. He was here for the free flight, that was it. He followed the group in. The formal part was first. The president of the airline was there to give them all a bravery plaque. He hadn’t been brave. He’d just survived. Where was the honor in surviving one day after the other? He watched Victoria receive hers. She seemed changed from when he’d seen her last..