It’s really fucking not.
He pauses, reading my face. “Are you okay?"
"We need to talk."
The color drains from his face. He knows I know something.
"Sure." He moves toward the couch but stops when I don't make room for him. "What's going on?"
I keep my voice level. The rage is there, bubbling beneath the surface, but I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart.
No fucking way.
“So, Mila’s texting you, Devon?”
He’s ghostly white now. "What?"
If he tries to deny it, I’ll murder him. I’ll do it right here and now—I swear to God. I don’t care about jail right now.
"Your phone was in the bathroom this morning. I saw the message."
Guilt flashes over his handsome fucking face, and I resist the urge to punch it.
"Jade—"
"I keep thinking about that night. I know you said it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like one. Not to me.”I drawl, watching his reaction. "Whatmistake, Devon?"
He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then he chickens out.
Whatcanhe say?
His fists clench at his sides, and I watch him panic as he searches for an explanation that won't shatter us.
"It's not what you think."
Those cliché fucking words. It’s always the woman who gets it wrong, isn’t it? We assume the worst, us silly women. We thinkwrong.That’s what these pathetic men focus on. I cannot believe this.
"Then tell me what it is." The rage owns my voice, and Devon’s eyes widen.
"She's—" He stops and swallows. "She's been texting me. I didn't respond. I should have blocked her, I know, but?—"
"What was themistake?"
"There wasn't?—"
"Don't." My voice cracks and I hate it. "Don't youdarelie to me again."
Devon's face crumples. For one second, he looks like the boy I fell in love with—vulnerable and scared andsofucking sorry. But that boy would never have done this to me.
"We kissed."
I go ice cold.
"What?"
"In her hotel room. That night." His voice is so quiet, I have to focus to hear the words. "I was drunk, and she—we kissed. But I stopped it, Jade. I swear to God, I stopped it and passed out in that chair. That's all that happened."
Oh, that’s it, is it? Just a kiss?I stare at him. The room spins, like I'm watching this conversation happen to someone else.
