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He cups my cheek.
Another soft smile.
“Don’t.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, resting there for a long moment. “We can process tomorrow.”
I take his advice and bury the emotions threatening to destroy me.
He doesn’t turn away.
We don’t put our clothes back on.
I don’t leave.
I clean up in his shower.
He joins me, and we start all over again.
We can process tomorrow.
The night is close to demented.
It’s fucked up to the highest degree, begging for a whole carved so deep by our pasts to be filled, we drain each other.
We’re selfish.
We give everything and steal more.
I don’t give myself time to regret it.
Not when I’m with him.
Chapter Twenty-One
Iwake before the sun rises, feeling stiff and unrested. I tie my hair back, dressing quickly into my joggers and crop top. I slip my arms into a black hoody before grabbing my headphones and creeping out of my room. Jake’s bedroom door is closed, and I don’t want to wake him. Only because I don’t want to look at the face that invaded my dreams all night.
I’ve had one-night stands before. I’ve never lost sleep because of them.
And considering we did very little sleep together, I’m exhausted.
I climbed into my bed before he woke yesterday morning, and I didn’t see him all day. With Jay-Jay gone, I assume he went into the office. Probably to avoid facing what we did.
I’m not ready yet. I don’t want to look at him and see his regret.
I shake my tired limbs, hoping to erase the obsessive thoughts about him too. I feel like a teenager with her first crush.
Fighting yet another yawn, I tiptoe downstairs and into the kitchen. Head in my phone as I start my running playlist, I grab a glass from the cupboard for water.
“Good morning, Trouble.”
“Sweet SpaghettiOs,” I screech.
The glass tumbles from my hands, bouncing off the counter but not breaking. I scramble to catch it before it rolls to the floor.
Gasping, I spin around, my hand on my chest, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat, but it does little to help. How is this man just as gorgeous in sweats and a t-shirt?
Fucking walking orgasm.
“Don’t scare me like that. I almost died.”
