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“How about you come with me?”
“No—Drake, I shouldn’t. Really.” I gesture at my clothes. “Look at me. I look terrible.”
“You look just as beautiful as any other time.” His green eyes lock on mine.
My throat thickens and my belly heats up. I focus on my manicured fingernails. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t. I left all of my good clothes hanging in the hotel room I shared with Shane. I don’t want to go back.”
He squares his shoulders, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. “Why not?”
I half-shrug. “I just don’t want to see him.”
“Did he do something to you? Is that why you started crying?” His voice is deeper now. Angrier.
I shake my head and give a dismissive wave of my hand. “No, Drake. I just don’t want to go back there right now.”
“Argument?”
“Something like that.”
His shoulders relax. He then stands and walks to the door. When he opens it, I hear him say something to Preach. They mumble back and forth, and then Drake shuts the door, walking back in my direction.
Unbuttoning his jeans, Drake steps out of them and then steps in front of me. Heat creeps through my veins as he grabs my hands and helps me up. I watch his face carefully, how sincerity runs deep in those bright green eyes.
He guides me towards the head of the bed and pulls the comforter and sheet down.
“Get comfortable,” he murmurs.
I sit on the bed, and he lifts the comforter a little more to place my legs beneath them. He then walks towards the light switch by the door, flipping it off. The room is dim now, but I can still make him out from the flashing Vegas lights.
Drake comes back, his broad shoulders swaying. I focus on the V below his abs, the tattoos that stain his skin. He climbs into bed beside me, making himself comfortable.
“What are you doing?” I ask rapidly.
“Going to sleep. Same thing you should do.”
“Drake, I can’t—”
“Jenny, just stop. Relax, all right? I won’t do anything. I won’t touch you. We’re just sleeping. Okay?”
I swallow thickly. “But what about the club?”
“I’m not going.”
“Why not? They’ll be expecting you.”
He laughs, and it’s light. Weary. “This wouldn’t be the first time I missed an event I was supposed to show up for.”
“Seriously. You don’t have to stay here for me. I’m fine.”
He sighs, and I assume he’s tired of arguing with me, because he sits up and places a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to lie down. I stare up at him, studying his mouth and how close it comes to mine.
His eyes bore into mine. “There. How’s that feel?”
I continue studying his sculpted lips. “Good… I guess.”
“Comfortable?”
I nod way too quickly for my liking. “Yes.
“Good.” He pulls away and lies back down. “Then get some sleep. We both need it.”
He turns his back to me. The room becomes completely dark, but the city lights coming in through the window give me some leeway.
I can see his back. I hear him huff and he pulls the comforter over his shoulder, concealing his tan skin.
I don’t know why this bugs me. I thought he’d put up more of a fight—try and win me over in different ways.
I turn my back to his, staring out of the window.
And then…I smile. Because I’m lying in bed with Drake Davenport again. I can feel his aura, his warmth. I know he cares, but I also know he is capable of failing me once again.
I’ll sleep here, but I have to remind myself not to get in too deep. Once this trip is over, he’ll be gone and I’ll be gone, and I’m sure it will be like we never even ran into each other again.
Hopefully, this time, it won’t hurt as much.
Chapter 32
Drake
Around 1:45 a.m. and Jenny is finally asleep.
She sleeps soundly, her back turned to me, her breaths even. I remember this—laying beside her in bed, watching her fall asleep before I would leave for my terrible third shift job at a scrap metal warehouse.
I miss the hell out of those days.
She draws in a deep breath and then turns over. She’s lying on her left side now, facing me. She looks peaceful when she’s asleep—like all of her worries have faded.
Sleeping, she looks like the old Jenny I knew well. I don’t know who this new Jenny is. She’s so damaged and lost now.
She wasn’t like this when I left. I know I broke some of her heart when I told her I was leaving, but there’s no way in hell she’s become this cold, broken alcoholic because of me.
I just can’t get down with that. There has to be more to the story and I swear, I will do whatever it takes to figure it out. Something happened to my Jenny. I will get answers out of her before my time in Vegas is over. I guarantee it.
