She was simply embarrassed.
No one is completely honest with people they don’t know.
She would have told me eventually.
Don’t self-destruct now that you’re so close to being happy.
But I couldn’t forget how foolish I had felt finding out that she had deceived me.
Was that what this was about?
My pride?
No.
It was more than that.
Hannah ran her fingers down my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She made it hard to think.
Perhaps that was the real problem here.
I was hurt. Because I was starting to fall for this beautiful, not entirely truthful woman.
“Will you always tell me the truth? From here on out?” I found myself asking as she pushed my jeans down past my thighs. I kicked them off before pulling my shirt over my head.
Hannah pressed her hand over my heart. I gave myself time to look at her. Every tiny, lovely part of her. My dick was hard and aching. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside of her. I knew she wanted that too.
But I couldn’t touch her. Not the way I wanted to.
Not yet.
She had lied to me. For weeks. Details crafted to paint a picture of a life she didn’t lead.
I couldn’t quite let that go. No matter the reasons.
Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
“Mason,” Hannah groaned, reaching out for me, but I evaded her grasp.
I was laying myself bare for her. She had no idea how hard it was for me to do that. I needed her to understand what this was costing. I worried I would make a mistake. I had made so many of them. With Dillon. With Madison.
I thought Hannah wasright.
Had she made me a chump?
Why couldn’t I leave, if that was what I thought? Why wasn’t I out the door?
Because she had asked me to be her safe place.
Because she wanted me to meet her sister.
That had to count for something.
I kissed her. Still rough. Yet with a trace of tenderness. She weakened me.
Did she know that?
