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I turned back and said, “Yes?”
“I know you’ll never love me, but maybe I could make you happy… One day.” I was certain I heard her choke down tears, but I didn’t reply.
Nothing I could say would make her feel any better right now. I knew firsthand what it was like to love someone only to have her not feel the same way.
I lived it every day.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Penny
The next twoweeks passed in a haze of stolen text messages, late-night visits, and hours spent loving each other—erasing the seven years of separation between us.
Blake didn’t talk much about how things were between himself and his uncle—or Brittany for that matter—and I tried not to ask.
I could see our secret was taking its toll on him. Each time he crawled into bed beside me, the circles underneath his eyes were darker, and the tension in his shoulders was tighter. But every time he slid inside me, things were okay.
But we couldn’t continue like this.
It would eventually break him… and part of me worried I would lose him forever.
“We need to talk about what’s happening, Blake,” I said.
It was a normal visit, like all the other nights Blake slipped away to be with me. He tensed, pushing up on his elbows.
The comforter fell away from him, and I rolled to my side, tucking the material around me. “Blake,” I said again gently.
He rolled onto his side and raked a hand over his face. The strain in his features was obvious, and a deep ache stirred inside me. “Tomorrow,” he sighed. “I’m going to tell her tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“It’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” he confessed.
I was relieved he was finally opening up to me about it, even if it killed me to hear him talk about her.
“We haven’t been together for weeks… before the summer. She knows there’s someone else. I can see it in her eyes.”
Dropping my gaze, I smothered the guilt, ignoring the nausea washing in my stomach at the thought of them ever being intimate.
“She knows it’s me,” I whispered.
“What?” Blake asked. “What do you mean she knows it’s you?”
“That night you came to me, Thanksgiving, Brittany was at the event I worked. She cornered me and warned me to stay away from you.”
“Fuck.”
Silence hung heavy between us. I hated that, in an instance, the distance between us seemed more than ever.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Blake questioned me with his eyes.
“I don’t know. I came back, and you were here, and then we happened, and everything was finally right between us. I’m sorry.” My voice caught in my throat.
He rolled to his side and shuffled until he was at my eye level. His hand brushed away the hair falling over my shoulders. “Don’t do that. Don’t apologize, Pen. I brought you into this. It’s my fault. I need to tell her. Tomorrow, I’ll tell Brittany and then deal with Uncle Anthony. Okay?” He kissed me hard. Sealing his promise on my lips.
I nodded against his mouth, letting him sweep me away in a heated kiss.
The storm was coming for us; I just hoped we could survive.
