And fuck my goddamn life…now I’m hard. Again.
I am so not ready to deal with that.
“Griffin,” Sabrina hisses again in that super sharp voice she uses. I keep pacing because movement feels safer than locking eyes with another living person right now.
She steps in front of me and I don’t stop in time. I literally crash into her.
Her arms, soft and thin, slip around my waist and pull me in like she thinks that’s supposed to fix something. Her face changes in a split second from pissed to this dumb, seductive grin that makes me want to cringe.
“Are you hard for me, baby?” she whispers, leaning up and planting this slow, deliberate kiss right on my neck.
But my cock, that stupid traitorous part of my body, starts deflating almost immediately.
I assume it’s because her words have brought on a very real realization but….I amnothard for her. Not even fucking close.
I’m hard for the man I just fucking kissed.
Oh fuck.
Oh double fuck.
I’m not a cheater. I really am not. I’ve tried to be good, to be respectful, to be a solid human being but by every definition that exists, I think I just fucked up real bad.
“Sab, stop,” I say, voice low and strained, eyes closed as I try to reconcile the sexual part of my body with the emotional catastrophe of my entire existence.
She lets out this awkward loud sensual moan and rubs her body against mine like a cat marking territory. I have to fucking physically grab her by the shoulders and distance myself.
“I said stop,” I repeat, this time more stern.
She backs away from me until my hands fall from her shoulders and then she just stands there with her arms crossed tight over her chest. Her lips are in this angry pout, her nostrils flared, and she just stares at me with this ridiculous mixture of confusion and entitlement that makes my whole body tense right up to my shoulders.
“What is going on?” she asks, voice loud and demanding like she deserves answers just because she asked the question. And I guess…maybe this time she does deserve answers.
Okay, she definitely deserves answers but I already know it’s going to be an absolute shit show. One I probably deserve for being a fucking cheater.
Jesus fuck.
I let out a long, ragged sigh and I grip the back of my own neck like I’m literally trying to hold my skull together from the inside.
“I kissed someone else tonight,” I squeeze the words out in a strained raw tone.
I swear to fucking hell the entire room freezes.
Sabrina literally goes still, like someone hit the pause button, and I can practically see the disbelief in her wide eyes and open mouthed “O” of shock.
“You what?” she finally asks in disbelief.
“I, uh… I’m so sorry,” I admit, and holy shit I absolutely mean it.
I know cheating is never okay. I thought I was one of those guys who was unshakably loyal. I stood by the fact that I was the kind of man who would never cross that line and betray someone I had promised myself to. Hell, I was a firm believer that if you were interested in someone other your partner, you should just end things instead of cheating, emotionally or fucking physically. But here I am, sitting in my own house, having to admit I kissed someone else to my girlfriend of two fucking years.
“Tonight?” she repeats incredulously, like the entire concept is unfathomable. “Tonight at the party? At the party we were both at?”
I nod, “Yes.”
“What the fuck, Griffin?” she hisses like she can’t even wrap her head around it.
Her anger? Completely warranted.
