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His smile gets bigger. “Yeah? Something amazing, incredible even?”
I nod, pinking even more. “Definitely.”
He leans back, stretching alongside me. “Good. It’s great that you’re starting to remember, baby.”
I burrow as much as I can into his side, and he immediately reaches for my waist, holding me even closer. I kiss his chin. "But we still need to talk when we wake up, Devon… ‘cause sex may have been insanely hot yesterday as it was… as it was today, but…”
He looks down at me, raising an eyebrow. “But?”
I huff in frustration. I hate that I don’t completely know what’s going on between us. “But I still don’t know what made us take that step. What made it happen?”
He strokes my cheek lovingly. “We did. We made it happen, sweetheart.”
I smile. Those are pretty words, and they certainly just made butterflies take flight in my stomach like mad, but I still don't get it.
I shrug. “But we can’t stand each other, Dev. We never could.”
He grins at me, trying to put up a brave face, but I can see the disappointment in his eyes. I hate myself for being the one who put it there, but I can’t really help it.
“It was only a cover-up.”
I cock my head to the side, looking up at him. His eyes are glinting. "What do you mean? What was only acover-up?"
“Us getting on each other’s last nerve, fighting all the time and all of that. That's what you called it last night. A cover-up. You said Janie and Sook called it denial, and of course, you denied it, but then you knew how to define it. A cover-up for what we truly feel for each other.”
As he speaks, I can see it in my mind’s eye.
We are talking in front of some shady bar that I would have thought Devon Welton would not have been caught dead around. I'm smiling at him, and he is grinning back; his eyes shining.
I see myself nodding slowly but with confidence.“I think it’s a cover-up…”
He reaches to caress my face tenderly.“A cover-up?”
There’s an adorable little frown on his face. How can a guy look so endearing and so fucking hot at the same time?
I shrug."Yeah… you know: wrapping world-altering feelings we can't understand and don't know how to deal with into something more manageable… something less risky."
I don’t know what to say to any of this.
A cover-up?
Did I just say it because I was drunk, or did I really mean it?
I don’t know, but I have to figure it out as soon as I can because he sure as hell did, and I don’t want to hurt him any more than I already have.
He kisses my temple, and I can feel his dark stubble tickling me in a way that makes me want to jump him again.
And I would absolutely do it if it weren't for how crappy I feel.
Stupid headache getting in the way of things!
"Sleep, my love. We'll talk it through as soon as we are awake again. And don't worry. It will work itself out. I know it will."
“You do?”
How can he be so sure?
He gives me another kiss. “I do. Trust me, okay?”
