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"So it is true."
"It's not exactly like he said, Trish. You gotta understand, I couldn't feel anything for her. Not like I feel for you."
"Oh?" I cocked my head to the side. "And how am I supposed to believe that? Maybe Zane's right and you're just using me until you get tired of me."
"Never." He didn't hesitate. "That could never be the case between you and me."
"Then what is it, Marshall?" I tilted my chin up. "Are you gonna tell me that he wasn't right and that you don't have a history of sleeping with every woman you've ever — "
"No, Trish," he said. His voice was beginning to get strained. He was fighting for me to reason with him, but I couldn't.
Not when every time I closed my eyes, I saw him with some other woman.
"What do you want me to do?"
I shook my head. What was there that he could do? He couldn't erase his past. He couldn't change what Zane said. He couldn't undo everything that happened tonight and he couldn't help me with my brother. Really, there was nothing he could do that could help me right now.
I took a deep breath. "I want you to show me to my room. Unless there's only one, then I'll be staying on the couch."
A muscle in his jaw ticked.
Chapter Two
Marshall
The watch in my hands read that it was almost four a.m. and I hadn't slept yet. I was up thinking about how I may have possibly just lost my best friend because I'd been messing around with his sister.
Not that I regretted it. Trisha was the most important person in my life at the moment, so losing one person in order to keep her didn't seem like such a bad bargain at all.
The pain came when I thought about her feelings in all of this. I could only imagine how painful it must've been for her to hear those things from Zane's mouth about me. It may have only been a short while, but we were beginning to trust each other, and now, Zane had gone and screwed that up for me.
Though, could I blame him when I'd done all of the heavy lifting myself by living the way I did after she left?
I sighed and ran a hand down my face.
I turned in the direction of the spare bedroom that I'd be sleeping in after I gave her mine. It wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as falling asleep next to her, I imagined. No. Nothing would be as good as being beside her.
With a deep breath, I got to my feet and went over to the room where she was sleeping.
I knocked lightly on the door, but there was no answer.
"Trish?" I called, but she didn't answer. Either because she didn't want to or because she was asleep.
I knew I was pushing the limits here but I needed to see her. I opened the door and pushed my head in to see that she was fast asleep.
A smile broke out on my face that I didn't even realize was there.
I looked at her sleeping. One of her legs was thrown over my body pillow while she wrapped her arm around it. Almost like it was a real person.
Was that the way that she'd embrace me if we got to sleep together? I craved the warmth of her body on mine.
I sagged against the closed door and sank all the way down until my knees were bent and I was flat on my ass.
It was all worth it.
Yes, I may have lost her brother, but she was here. And she was okay. And that was all that really mattered, wasn't it?
We'd get over this. I knew we would.
