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“I kissed her and touched her, but it didn’t go further than that because again—I couldn’t do that to you.”

“You piece of shi—”

“You’re right! I am a piece of shit! But nothing happened between us until months later when I couldn’t stay away from her anymore. You made sure of it!”

The memory of him unexpectedly showing up to my apartment raced through my mind at rapid speed as if it was happening right then and there.

I opened the door, seeing Caleb standing in front of me.

“What are you—”

His mouth crashed onto mine, rendering me speechless. Before I could move an inch, he gripped onto the back of my thighs and carried me into my bedroom, shutting the door with his foot behind him.

“You wanted me to pierce my cock,” he growled into my mouth, throwing me onto my bed.

Standing by the edge of my mattress, he unbuckled his slacks and pulled out his cock.

I hadn’t seen it since the night he had it pierced.

“Well, darlin’, you’re going to be the first woman this jewelry touches.”

I shook away the memory.

After that night, he didn’t stop himself anymore when it came to me. I never asked him why he changed his mind, scared he’d stop if I did.

But there was no more wondering when Caleb shared, “Months after you won the Super Bowl, I still tried my best to stay away from her and keep my word to you, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I had a taste of her that weekend, and there was no going back. I fucking cracked and took what’s always felt like mine to begin with. We snuck around behind your back, and for that, I’m truly sorry.”

My head wasn’t just whirling, it was losing all reliability. I could hardly keep up with what he was admitting. I wanted him to stop.

Right? Then why couldn’t I get my lips to move?

“But I’ll never apologize for loving her.”

Around and around my head twirled like I was suddenly a ballerina, performing for my brother and his best friend. Except, I wasn’t the one who stole the show.

It was Caleb once he announced…

“I want her to be my wife.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

—Caleb—

This wasn’t how I imagined the truth would finally come out.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think a fucking tabloid magazine would spill a twisted version of our love story. I had no choice but to explain and try to reason with Jax, knowing in the end I might lose my best friend to the woman I couldn’t continue to live without.

At least, I was somewhat in control of the situation. Based off the article, he had every right to be furious with me, but I was ready to fight for Evie.

Even if it meant losing him in the process.

No matter what, Evie was mine. If I had to prove it to her in a hundred different ways, I would. In the meantime, man to man, her brother and I would deck it out. The time had come for the truth to prevail.

Regardless of the consequences.

“What?” Jax harshly questioned.

“You heard me. I already asked her to marry me.”

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