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She interrupts me by kissing me again, confirming that wasn't some weird accident--that this is real, that the 'wrong thing' she wanted, the thing that makes her happy, isme. And I'm fucking over the moon about it, but it also makes me want to snatch that ring off her finger and toss it in the pond. She kisses me like she's trying to make up for lost time, and I don't hesitate to kiss her back this time, my tongue sliding past her lips, a light moan resonating in her chest.
We break apart, breathing heavily. We're all alone out here, and I can barely keep my cock from springing to life and showing her exactlyhow muchI enjoyed that. I feel like I'm a kid again, unable to control myself.
Jenny closes her eyes and pulls away from me, swallowing hard. She isn't crying anymore, but she doesn't look happy; she looks...
Confused.
And me? I'm fucking confused too. I know all this is wrong, that we shouldn't be doing this, but I can't forget the taste of her lips or the way her body felt pressed against mine.
I want her more than anything, and I know I shouldn't.
Jenny stands up, wiping her eyes.
"I should go," she says, her voice shaking. "I need to think about things."
I nod, my head fuzzy from just how surprised and horny I am. She starts off before I can actually summon the ability to speak.
"I'm sorry, Jenny!" I call after her.
But she doesn't even turn around.
And that's when it becomes clear just how much I fucked this all up.
Chapter nine
Jenny
Ilieinbedand I cry all night.
I keep waking up and picking up my phone, looking at Steven's contact card and considering texting him.
But I don't.
I'm so ashamed
I'm a grown-up. Grown-ups are supposed to be honest when they don't want to get married, when they have doubts, when they...
...when they fall in love with someone else.
When they've been in love for a long time.
But Steven was handsome and kind andthereand he wanted me. And when he bought that ring and proposed in front of all our friends, I didn't feel like I could say no.
Especially when the only person I'd ever loved was chronically unavailable.
Until now.
I finally fall asleep around three A.M., my eyes puffy from tears and my heart in my throat. It's like no time passes at all between falling asleep and waking up to the sound of my parents talking downstairs, getting the restaurant up and running for the day, sunlight streaming through the dusty white curtains of my childhood bedroom.
I'm terrified to pick up my phone, but I force myself to do it, eyes skating over my notifications. The usual weather stuff, a few tagged photos on socials from the wedding...and a text.
Not from Steven.
From Finn.
Finn:I'm sorry. I hope you're OK.
I push myself out of bed, my limbs heavy with the weight of last night's emotions. I walk over to the window and pull back the curtains, squinting as the bright sun hits my face. My eyes scan the familiar surroundings of my childhood home, downtown Fern Hollow slowly coming to life in the dawn light, and memories of my past flood my mind.
