Maybe things between us would be different after last night. I’d been more open with her than I had before. Not only that, but she’d been that way too. I could see the vulnerability in her, hear the unhappiness that lingered behind her words. We’d crossed some invisible line, an understanding of sorts. No more bullshit.
But it didn’t change anything.
I hated that I watched her out of the corner of my eye.
I hated that I wasn’t the one she came to see.
I hated the fact that I wanted her.
But I did…
And Ihatedit.
Then why had I given Jade the okay to share my number with Cadence?
I was giving myself a bit of whiplash. Undeniably eager to be wrapped up in Cadence’s world, but also trying to avoid her completely.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
As if knowing I was in the middle of a mental argument with myself, her text came through.
Cadence
Hey Damien, it’s Cadence. Did you leave a hoodie in the back of my car? It magically appeared there, and I have no idea whose it is.
Oh shit. I did leave my sweatshirt in her car. How had I forgotten about that?
I mean… I knew how. I’d been presented with a beautiful sleeping woman who my fingers ached to touch. I’d been so caught up in the feel of her skin, I’d forgotten all about my hoodie.
Whoops.
Maybe I could convince her to bring it back to me.
… and why would I do that?
But when she mentioned selling it on eBay, I laughed out loud, earning a look of confusion from Shane.
I hadn’t realized he’d come over and was surprised when he plopped down beside me.
“You’re grinning like a damn fool. Who are you texting?”
Was I grinning? Fuck.
“No one in particular.”
“So, a girl then.”
“Maybe.”
Shane’s gaze flicked down to my phone as it lit up with her message, then back to my face. “Not saved in your phone. So not Violet or the kids.”
“Nope.” I looked away and texted her back.
“Hmm.”
“Don’t act like I don’t talk to girls.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. You just don’t usually look like that when you do.”
