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10
Lexi
Iawoke from a dream of being inside a cocoon.
It was warm and kind of squishy. But, as I wiggled my body around—I couldn’t get out.
I couldn’t breathe.
When my eyes popped open, I took a deep breath, relieved my lungs started working again.
The weird thing was—I still felt like I was trapped. Something heavy weighed on me, and at first, I thought it was the puppy.
Then I realized it was something a heck of a lot bigger than her.
Memories of book club, and failed facials, and aloe vera—and Trey’s heartfelt admission that had made me swoon, and jump him—all came flooding back in.
“Holy shitballs,” I whispered into the dark. Trey’s regular breathing stuttered slightly and his arm hugged my body closer to his.
He didn’t wake up, though.
“What did you do, now?” I asked myself, and shut my eyes tight. When I opened them, Trey’s arm was still slung around me.
And I was still lying naked in his bed.
“Oh, gosh, you’ve really done it this time,” I scolded myself and felt a few tears escape the corners of my eyes.
I’d jumped Trey.
Right in front of every member of my team.
Oh, my gosh.
In my defense, the man had just voiced the fact that he’d wanted to marry me before he slept with me.
And we’d been discussing romance novels all night—and the sexy parts of that book were really, really sexy.
And then Trey said something so freaking romantic.
Gah.
No one could possibly hold me responsible for my actions.
I mean, this didn’t change anything. The fact that I’d jumped Trey—and he’d gladly and eagerly accepted the offer—didn’t change anything.
He was still an addict.
And I was still divorcing him.
I didn’t exactly have time to make that totally clear—between all the kissing and all the sex, we were both fairly busy.
He must know that this was just a lapse in judgment.
Still, I wasn’t going to wait around to have that discussion over breakfast. So, I somehow slipped from under his arm and leg without disturbing him.
I fumbled around in the dark for my clothes, and hightailed it out of there.
Luckily, I hadn’t locked my door. Jillian held a surprise yoga session last night—that she’d forced me to attend—then she herded us all up to Gigi’s place for bookclub. She wouldn’t let any of us even go home to change.
