Part of me hates that I had sex with him. I did exactly what I didn’t want to do at the start of this. I fell for him again, and I just know that I’m going to end up getting hurt in the end.
But on the other hand, I don’t think this could have ended any other way if I tried.
I’ve always loved Cooper Henry. He’s always carried around a piece of my heart in his pocket, and he always would have. For as long as we were alive, we were going to have pieces of each other.
And if we walk away from each other after this, we’d have even more.
Cooper and I fall asleep for a few hours, and when we wake up in a post-orgasm glow, we head home.
“What is this?” I ask, looking at the confirmation papers in front of me.
Cooper grins. “I booked you a spa day with your friends.
I eye him, suspicious. “Why?”
His smile turns sheepish as he scratches the back of his head. “I feel really bad,” he pauses, looking around. “About all of it. I never meant to hurt you, and I just want to make sure that you know that.”
While only his actions can actually show me that, a little bit of pampering goes a long way.
I thank him, shooting off a text to the girls.
We meet at the spa the very next day.
“My spidy-senses are tingling,” Heidi says, taking a sip of her champagne. “Spill.”
My lips pull tight as I try to think of exactly how much I want to tell them. “Well, we went home for the day to see his sister.”
Mila stares blankly at me.
I stay quiet.
“If you don’t tell us the rest of that right now, I’m going to smack you,” Isla threatens.
“Andwefuckedonhischildhoodbed,” I say quickly, wincing.
Zara gasps, her hand flying to her chest.
“You understood that?” Mila asks her.
“She fucked Cooper on his childhood bed? Yeah, I understood her.”
All heads snap to me, each one of them resembling owls more than people. “You fucked him?”Isla whisper-yells.
I wince again.
“It was a moment of weakness,” I confess.
“God, I bet it was really hot.” Mila snaps her fingers.
“I wouldn’t mind being a fly on that wall,” Zara agrees.
I try to hide a smile. “You guys are fucked up.”
“We just appreciate good sex,” my friend says with a nod.
“You don’t even know if it was good!”
Heidi cackles. “I’m sorry, Amara, I really am. But it was written all over your damn face the second we got here. I do fear that having sex with one of those boys is like some kind of magic.”
