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Boy, did we.
And it was filthy and lava hot and so damned wrong.I was still in a relationship, as messed up and miserable as it was at the time.When I told Tessa about Darcy the next morning, the disappointment on her face made me feel like the lowest form of scum.
I wasn’t just scum; I was scum skimmed off a puddle of toxic waste filled with dog shit and chunks of soggy oatmeal cookie.
I set my slice of wedding cake down, suddenly losing my appetite for sweets.
I showed Tessa I was a cheater, proving to her before we even got started that I wasn’t a man she could trust.It didn’t matter that I’d never cheated before and had no plans to do so again.I’d fucked up in a way there was no coming back from.The only thing to do was move on and try to be a better man, using the incredible woman who got away as motivation to live in my integrity.
If I get another chance with a woman like Tessa, I won’t fuck it up again.
But there’s one problem with that plan.
There is no other woman like Tessa.She’s one of a kind, a unique mixture of impulsivity, sensitivity, and lust for adventure that calls to the deepest part of me.I don’t want to hike the Appalachian Trail with some other woman, I want to hike it with Tessa.
That’s why I didn’t bring a date.I didn’t want to share Melissa’s wedding with just anyone, I wanted to share it with Tessa.Or at least be free to watch her from the shadows and beat myself up for screwing up my chance with her without interruption.
Which I’m managing to pull off quite well if I do say so myself.
Right up until the moment her ex, Nate Spear, sidles up behind her, putting an arm around her waist.
Nate, who ghosted her without so much as a “see you later,” break-up text.
Nate, who stares right through her when they pass on the street, acting like she’s invisible in a way she confessed drives her absolutely insane.
Nate, who she once thought was her person, the man who would deliver the happily-ever-after she’s been searching for for so long…
Before I realize it, I’m on the move.I aim myself for the dance floor and Tessa’s now startled face.
I may not be good enough for her, but neither is Mr.Grabby Hands.
I’m usually a peace-loving guy, but sometimes you have to inter-fucking-vene.
So, I do.I inter-fucking-vene, setting in motion a series of events I have no idea will change the course of my life forever.
And make Tessa loathe me more than she does already.
