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“He loves me,” I said without hesitation.
“Finally, the penny drops,” Marissa grumbled. “Did I or did I not tell you that? What changed?”
“I love him too.”
“Has anyone ever told you that your telephone manners suck? Well, duh, of course, you love him. You’re like each other’s lobsters or something.” HerFriendsreference lifted some of the heavy tension, and I laughed softly. “He doesn’t love her, Marissa. It’s all a front. His uncle wants him to marry her. Family politics…” I inhaled deeply to give myself a second to collect my thoughts, but Marissa beat me to it.
“So how is it being the other woman?”
“Marissa!”
“What? I need to know this kind of thing. I’m your best friend. Was it good? The sex, I mean. Was it toe-curling, sweaty, heart-exploding good? Oh, tell me it was.”
“You’re making me really uncomfortable right now.”
She tsked. “Of course, you are. But back to the sex. It was good, right? Blake looks like he’d be a sure thing in the sack.”
Everything.
It was everything.
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I found myself saying, “Nice, it was… really nice.”
“Nice? Penny, we really need to work on your sharing skills. I need details, girl. Not nice. Nice is rose petals and missionary position. I want to know if your world exploded.”
I settled down on my couch and smiled. My life was finally falling into place. I had a job I enjoyed working at with people I actually liked. I had a good friend in Marissa. She pushed me to open up and trust her, and I loved her for it.
My anxiety didn’t define my life anymore.
It no longer controlled me; I controlled it.
And then there was Blake. The one person who knew me better than anyone else did, maybe even myself.
It all felt too good to be true.
“This girl doesn’t kiss and tell,” I said with a hint of amusement in my voice.
“Wait until I see you.” Marissa snorted. “I’ll get it out of you. You’d better watch out, Penny Wilson. But seriously, things are okay?”
“They are.”
“So what, Blake’s just going to tell his uncle and piranha bitch that he’s out? I hate to be the voice of doom here, but that’s never going to happen. You know that, right? That’s obviously why Blake texted me because he knows shit is about to hit the fan.”
My breath caught at her words.
I should have listened to the little voice in my head.
It was always right.
If things seemed too good to be true… they usually were.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Blake
Age 22
“Congratulations, honey. We’re so proud of you.” Aunt Miranda beamed as she hugged me tight and kissed my cheek.
