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His face crinkles into a smile. “All good, sweetheart. You obviously need some sleep, so I might go.”
Disappointment washes through me but I say, “Okay.”
I mustn’t do a very good job at hiding what I’m feeling because he says, “I don’t want to go, trust me. But I’ve got an early morning tomorrow and I really think you just need some sleep without me distracting you. If I stay, you’re not gonna get much sleep.”
“You’re right. I do need sleep.”
His eyes search mine, almost like he’s making sure I’m being honest. Then he brushes his lips across mine before pushing up off the bed. As he dresses, I also leave the bed to dress so I can walk him out.
At the front door, he snakes his arm around my waist and kisses me. “I’ll call you,” he promises before turning and leaving.
I trudge back to bed trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. He says he’ll call, but will he? And do I really want him to? I have such warring emotions where Jett is concerned, and I fall asleep with the thought that it’d be best if he didn’t because then the decision will be taken away from me. And I won’t be able to fuck another thing up in my life.
4
Presley
I sink down into the chair at the café and look at my best friend, Erin, sitting across from me. “What?” I ask as she grins at me.
“You’ve totally been laid.”
“I have.”
“Tell me more,” she throws out as she opens her menu and glances down at it.
“First, tell me if you’ve heard of a band called Crave.”
“Fuck yeah, everyone’s heard of Crave.”
“Shit.” Am I the only person on the planet who hasn’t heard of them?
“Oh my god, did you fuck one of the Crave men?”
I answer her only with a smile.
“Holy fuck, Presley!” She’s momentarily impressed but then she remembers who she’s talking to. “Wait, I thought you were done with rockers.”
My chest heaves, and I blow out a long breath. “I was . . . I am . . . ” My voice trails off as I struggle with this answer.
“Oh god, you’re not.”
I take in her concern. Erin watched me fall apart while Lennon treated our marriage as if it meant nothing to him. “Jett seems different.”
Her eyes widen. “Jett Vaughn . . . bloody hell, you attract them, don’t you?”
“What does that mean?”
“Jett’s the ultimate rock star, sister. He fucks ‘em and leaves ‘em. Don’t do this to yourself.”
I bite my lip. “I think I’m past the point of no return,” I admit.
“Fuck,” she mutters. “You do remember you met, fell for, and married Lennon in a matter of four weeks, don’t you? And that it wasn’t the best decision you ever made.”
“Yes, and I’ll never do that again. And trust me, I don’t want to fall for another rock star, and I’ve told him that, but there’s just something about him I can’t say no to.”
“Crap,” she says, and then she reminds me why she’s my best friend. “Well, I guess we’re taking a ride on the rock star train again.”
I grin at her, relieved she’s not giving me a hard time over this. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
