Chapter Eleven
Grace
Iwake up with the biggest goofy grin on my face, as though what Harry and I did last night isn’t confusing as all hell. The only reason I agreed to go in there was to try and steal his laptop, like Adam suggested, but when our banter took over, it was just pure bliss to let our lust follow.
And, really, I’m sort of glad that I wasn’t able to steal from him.
Even if I’ve got this grand revenge plan, the more I think about it, the more I realize I don’t want to playthatdirty.
I roll out of bed about half an hour before the alarm, stretching my arms over my head and letting out a yawn. Then I grab my phone and quickly read today’s horoscope, my smile faltering somewhat when my eyes track across the letters.
Caution is an important virtue, just like bravery is. You have to be careful who you associate with. Friends will often seem like enemies, and enemies will all too often present themselves as friends. Stay aware of the people around you.
I place my phone on the desk and go into the en suite, my body still sore from the sex last night.
It was so wild, the way he just ravaged me on the desk.
I know I told him I wasn’t a sex-on-the-desk kind of girl, but knowing that we were alone in the office and seeing how frickingferalhe looked for me, it just sent me over the edge.
As I let the water flow down me, I think about the horoscope, trying to puzzle it out. I’m not sure who’s the enemy and who’s the friend.
I thought Harry was my enemy, but if that’s how I treat my enemies, jeez … How the heck am I supposed to treat my friends?
I smile ruefully as I step, dripping wet, out of the shower. I curl my toes on the mat and run a hand through my hair, heavy with shower water.
I wanted things to just be simple, but now they’re anything but.
Back in the office last night, I guess there was a point where I could’ve stolen his laptop. It was on the floor from where he’d savagely pushed everything from the desk.
After the second time we had sex, he strutted from the room to find a bottle of wine and some glasses. I could’ve snatched it then … but I didn’t.
As I go grab a towel and rub myself down, I wonder why.
If I really want the truth about what happened with Gemma – or if I really wanted payback – surely I would have done it.
But something stopped me.
Hope, a voice whispers in my mind.
I shake my head, sending droplets scattering across the bathroom, some of them spattering the mirror and distorting my reflection.
But even if I don’t want it to be true, I think it is. I’m starting to hope that Harry and I can move past our history and forward to a future I never dreamed of when all of this started.
I should be glad, then, that I wasn’t able to steal his laptop. I should be glad that he doesn’t know about my plan, either. Because at least then it keeps my options open.
But that still doesn’t fix the fact that he had a girlfriend during the same time we were supposed to be head-over-heels in love—a pregnant girlfriend.
He cheated on me. I guess technically he cheated with me, but that doesn’t change the way it felt. He broke my heart.
Why is that getting so fricking hard to remember?
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I run around the track, breathing steadily in through my nose and out through my mouth. I’ve spent the whole day throwing myself wholeheartedly into the camp’s workout regimen, finding a comfort in my burning worked limbs that’s difficult to come by anywhere else.
Now the sun is setting and the world glows a vivid red, my body sticky with a thin layer of sweat. My thighs ache, but not just from the running.
Memories of last night infuse every running step, pounding down and down my legs.
