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Dex nods. "Poor Kitten. I thought she and Saint were solid."
Lyric Sinclair is one of my favorite people on the planet. Issac gave her the nickname Kitten when she was helping the guys work on their first album. My chest aches, thinking about her being all alone.
Lyric is one of those pure-hearted people. This world isn't often kind to people like that. If someone isn't looking out for her, she can easily be taken advantage of. That's why she and Ryder St. James worked so well together.
Saint can be a real dick. He's definitely not afraid to manipulate people to get what he wants, but Lyric softened those sharp edges. These days, Saint only turns truly monstrous in defense of Kitten.
Fuck. What's she gonna do without him?
I can't even imagine it. It's like my brain won't compute that puzzle.
"We'll be there soon," Dex murmurs against my throat as he rolls me over to face him. "I know you're stressed, but try not to let it get to you. It's not good for our baby."
Dex palms my ever-growing baby belly before he swallows, studying my face. "I need to talk to you about something."
Dex is beautiful in a way not many men are. His thick dark blond hair fans around my face. Dark blue eyes sparkle back at me in the low light. Dexter is one devastatingly gorgeous man.
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Sometimes it's hard to look at him. He's so fucking handsome it hurts. No, actually it hurts knowing one day he'll break my heart. The sincerity written all over his face has my breath catching.
Dex leans forward, brushing his lips over mine. A shiver runs through my entire body at the brief touch.
"I love you," Dex whispers against my lips.
My hands squeeze his shoulders, digging into his hard muscles.
Dex loves me? I don't know if I can believe that.
Dexter Clark is laid back and low maintenance. He's always laughing, bouncing off the walls, and looking for his next adventure.
Issac and Dexter are not only best friends, they're band mates. Issac and I have been dating for years.
Only within the last year and a half or so has Dexter joined us in bed, but I know Dex.
He doesn't know what the word commitment means. If anyone so much as thinks the word, he's busy running the other way. Dex is sweet and tender, and so open at times that falling head over heels in love with him would be so damn easy.
It's also a guarantee I'll get my heart ripped right out of my chest when he moves on to the next new, shiny person who catches his attention. Just thinking about it sends a stab of pain through me, and I bite my lip to hold back the tears.
I'm not sure if pregnancy hormones are making me wimpier than usual or if I'm already well and truly fucked… I squeeze my eyes shut.
A ragged sob tries to escape and Dexter freezes.
"I care about you, too," I say, not meeting his eyes. "So fucking much. But Dex, you're a huge flirt. You love to play the field. I know I could fall in love with you so damn easily if I let myself…"
My eyes find his. Dexter studies my face carefully, but he doesn't interrupt.
"It doesn't feel safe to love you," I whisper, clenching my eyes closed. "I don't want to risk hurting your friendship with Issac. Dexter, I don't think I could survive it if I let you into my heart and you got bored of me. Isn't it better to just stay friends?"
"Yeah, sure," he says flatly. His body is warm around mine, but he's pure ice. Completely shut down and withdrawn.
"Dexter, you know I love you," I whisper, trying to get through to him. "I'd just need to know that I’m enough. There are no guarantees, but I'd need a real commitment from you to—"
Dex gives me a devilish smile. It cuts through me like a knife.
"I get it, Baby. No worries," he says, kissing my forehead.
My chest aches. Squeezing my eyes closed doesn't stop the tears from coming. I cry myself to sleep, long after Dex crawls out of bed.
Prologue
