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“I don’t want to drag this out. Y’all didn’t see him…” I fidget with the sleeve of my sweater. “I don’t want any contact with him. I’m just glad I was able to get out before we went through with the wedding.”
Camille’s hand lands on my arm and I reach up, giving it a squeeze. “I should have listened to you.” I squeeze again.
“None of this is your fault.” Her eyes fill with tears. “No man has a right to lay his hands on you. For any reason.”
“We’re here for whatever you need, Tills.” Bekka pauses. “You know you’re going to have to tell your dad and Adam.”
I blow out a breath. “I know.”
I don’t plan on telling them about his last words. See you soon, baby. They’ll have a freaking squad car parked at my house 24/7 or something equally over dramatic.
“And you guys were right.” I push to stand. “As much as it pains me to admit that. I was ignoring the red flags and I should have listened.”
“Well, taking responsibility for your fuck ups is the first step.” Elle nods.
“Eloise.” Cami hisses.
“What?” She shrugs.
I huff out a light laugh. “She’s right.”
“So…since that’s over…” Bekka trails off.
I narrow my eyes. “So, what?”
“Another elephant in the room we are going to ignore?” Elle smirks.
“Greyson?” Camille questions.
I keep my face neutral. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the fact he was here this morning.” Bekka leans up from her position on the couch.
“And?” I turn, walking to the kitchen.
“And the fact he showed up at your house in the middle of the night and kissed you while Blaine was asleep.” She tosses her hands up.
My eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth as Elle and Camille both shout. “What?” In unison.
“I hate you,” I grit out.
“Sorry,” she mutters.
“When did this happen?” Camille asks.
“The night before the charity auction," I admit as I pick up a box of Vanilla Wafers.
“Oh my God. That’s why you slapped him?” Elle’s eyes light up like she just solved a decades long cold case.
“What slap?” Camille stomps her foot. “Why do I not know any of this?”
I groan and tilt my head back. “Look, he showed up on my door step at two in the morning. I opened, he said he needed me, pushed me against the wall then his mouth was on mine. It happened so fast and I was just…” I drop the cookie box on the counter a little too hard. “I let him ok! I’m a horrible human because I let him while Blaine was literally one floor up, sleeping in my bed.”
The kitchen goes quiet. “Blaine and I hadn’t labeled our relationship yet, but I still felt…”
“Guilty,” Camille inserts.
“Is that why you accepted his proposal? You felt guilty?” Elle asks.
