“Okay, I guess it’s time to tell Chris.I’ll call him tomorrow and tell him to come over.He’s going to want to know why the hell I’m asking him to meet me at your place.”
“I’ll call him.”
“I don’t know…I don’t want our relationship to affect your friendship.”
“Don’t worry about it.I have to be the one to tell him about us because of the way it all went down with Kate and you.The way I handled things before was fucked up.I should have told him about us and Kate from the beginning.”
“It’s not your fault, I asked you not to tell anyone.You were only respecting what I wanted.I know you would have told everyone if I didn’t ask you to keep it a secret.”
“Doesn’t matter.I need to do it right this time.He should hear about us and the baby from me.Tell me you understand?”
I take a deep breath and exhale.I turn around in his arms, raising my head.“I’ll agree to you telling him only if you do it in this apartment when I’m here.”
“Agreed.I’ll call him tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.You know what I was thinking?”
“You were thinking what it would be like to be pressed up against the cold hard glass of this window.Being able to see everything and everyone outside while I come inside you from behind, no one knowing what’s going on but me and you.”
He backs me up against the window and sucks on my bottom lip, and I move the tip of my tongue against his top lip.Very distracting.“That’s not exactly what I was thinking,” I say, pulling away from the kiss a little breathless.
“You’re thinking it now, and I’m the man that can make it happen.”
A thought crosses my mind, and I know why at this exact moment—I’ve been trying to forget about it all evening.“How many other women have you pressed up against this sturdy window?”
He brushes a finger across my cheek and takes a breath.“Do you really want to know?”
I shrug my shoulders.I’m not certain.I know he’s been with a lot of women but, I’m not insecure about that…I don’t know, I guess I’m curious with all that talk at lunch and Chloe today.When I was going through a drawer in his room, I saw a picture of a woman with long blonde hair leaning against this same glass window.The first thing that came to me was God, she’s beautiful.She had big brown eyes, and she was laughing.What made it even worse was she was in a red lace bustier with a pair of handcuffs dangling from her fingers.Who am I fooling?I’m feeling a little insecure, maybe a bit more than that.I play with the buttons on his shirt, and he puts a finger under my chin so I can look at him.
“The only thing that matters is you and me.Whatever I did before, with anyone else, shouldn’t play a role in what we choose to do.”
“No, it shouldn’t.”
“At the same time, I want to be honest with you.Sometimes too much honesty isn’t a good thing.Don’t ask for the truth unless you can handle it.”
“I can.You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“There was only one other person—Paige.”
“What does she look like?”I already know.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“I told you I could handle it.Tell me, please.”
Disgruntled, he lets out an impatient breath.“She’s average height with blonde hair and brown eyes.That’s it.”
Ah, the beauty in the picture.“I saw her.”
“What do you mean you saw her?”His eyes take on a new look, staring down at me.
“I didn’t see her in person; I saw a picture of her.In one of the drawers you gave me.She’s very beautiful; she’s your type.”
“Ihada type.I only have one type now—you.”
“Why did you break up?You went really far with her, further than any other relationship you’ve been in.”
“We had a lot of differences we couldn’t reconcile.”
