Memories of his thick cock inside me, the way he thrust while palming the wall above me, not wanting to crush me, while I clung to his back wanting the full feeling of him.
There was always a space.
Always an inch or barrier between us.
He would never completely give me all of himself.
I guess I didn’t, either.
“Come on, give me a chance to explain.”Jake’s fingers relax and glide down my arm.
I shiver.
Then hate myself for wondering what he’d have to say.Imagining a life where we fast track this complete misunderstanding and I learn he wasn’t lying, he hasn’t been taking calls from other women.It was all a bad dream.
Instead, we are married, have toddlers in our arms and are walking our puppy in the park.Where he kisses me, tells me he’s so glad we met and can’t imagine spending his life with anyone else.
Or something like that.
I know it’s impossible, so why haven’t I been able to move on from this man?
Despite his nice dick—thank you, Scarlett.
“Jake,” I turn my back to Liam as I know these guys can lip read.“You were seeing other women.That’s not something I can forgive.”
“No.I wasn’t.”His voice is husky.
“I heard her, Jake.”My voice rises a little, angry he’s still sticking with the same lie.
“She wasn’t—”
“Nice,” I shake my head, not letting him finish that bullshit.I pull my arm away.“I’m sure you said the same about me.Look, Cole is very protective, and you have to work together.Let’s just—”
“Move on?”
“I have moved on,” I lie.
His eyes roam my face searching for the truth, and I hate how handsome he is, even in that silly shirt.
“There were no other women.”Without taking a step, somehow Jake feels closer.“None, Caylee.”
I blink.
Why would he keep saying that?Most men, when caught in a lie, would give up.They’ve been caught.The end.
As Jake holds my gaze, a tiny bit of truth reaches me, and I almost hate him for it.I don’t want to believe him after all the pain—because I did grieve him and he did hurt me—and I want him to suffer.
“Then who was she?”
Jake glances away, runs a hand through his hair, leaving the front sticking up as a police car whizzes past us with full sirens.
We both glance at it.
My phone beeps.I pull it out of my bag and keep glancing at Jake, waiting for his answer.
“A relative.That’s all I can say.Have dinner with me, Caylee.Please.”
A relative?
