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What the hell was I thinking?
This entire conversation was absurd. I couldn’t ask Eden to explore this with me. We didn’t even know each other.
But I wanted to. Everything in me told me she was something special.
“Go. Talk to her. And when you’re ready, I’ll be here by your side every step of the way.”
I nodded, but it felt like I was in a daze.
Was I really going to do this?
Could I?
Tristan was right about needing help. From him. From a therapist. From God above.
And from Eden.
Fear danced on the edge of my mind, but so did excitement.
Our night was more than just letting go. It was finding myself in the most unlikely place. She had no idea the role she’d played in getting me to this point. But she would.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EDEN
Mornings sucked.
Except when they started with a delicious ache between my legs and the knowledge that there was probably more to come once I opened my eyes.
Buried under a pile of blankets, I reached out to find the blue eyed man who had somehow managed to capture a piece of my soul, but my hand hit nothing but an empty mattress. My eyes slitted open and landed on the vacant space beside me.
Hmm. Alarms sounded deep in the back of my mind, but I refused to acknowledge them. Maybe he got up to use the bathroom, or headed down to get us some breakfast.
My eyes fell shut and I shook my head. I wasn’t that stupid, and this wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew how these nights went, and yet I had allowed myself to hope that maybe Nate felt the tug of something more between us like I had.
Again, stupid.
It was confirmed the second I rolled over and my eyes locked on the dresser where a stack of bills were neatly stacked.
Rage and sadness bubbled in my chest warring for dominance, and I choked back the tears that threatened to fall.
He was supposed to be different. I wanted him to be.
Which was why he never stood a chance.
I threw the comforter off me and slipped on my bra, before searching for my underwear and coming up empty.
Fuck.
Going commando was just the frosting on the bullshit cupcake that was this walk of shame.
I’d managed to get my shorts on and pull my hair out of my face when a pounding sound came from the door.
With my tank top in hand I walked over and looked through the peephole.
Nate stood with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor, shame rolling off him in waves.
Good. Served him fucking right.
