I had to admit I was as jumpy as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.
But Marissa was too.
It was as if neither of us quite knew how to act after what had happened between us last night.
We ate breakfast in bed, which might sound more romantic than it was. She stayed under the covers with the quilts pulled tight up over her breasts, as though I shouldn’t see them even though I’d spent hours worshiping them last night.
And I sat on the edge of the bed, munching on the quick breakfast I’d thrown together for both of us, feeling foolish for not having put on any clothes.
I mean, I was obviously aching for her, my cock refused to stand down, despite the tension in the room.
But despite that, my girl had turned cold as ice. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when she asked me to leave the room so she could get dressed.
Damn it, she didn’t even want melookingat her naked body, let alone touching it.
All the connection we’d had last night seemed to have dissipated under the cold light of day.
Had I read her wrong? Had she not been crushing on me all these years?
The only vibe I was getting from her today was a deep well of regret.
I headed into the hall, Josie padding along behind me, but not before I grabbed a pair of my jeans off the bedroom floor, slipping them up over my legs.
If Marissa was going to walk out on me after a night that I considered to be the highlight of my life, the least I could do was be dressed while it happened.
I stood there with my pulse pounding in my chest while I waited for her to come out and give me the, ‘That was lovely, but can we forget it ever happened’ speech.
Sure enough, five minutes later she stood before me. A curvy goddess with a hint of regret peeking out of her eyes.
“Well,” she said tremulously, “thanks for making my Valentine’s Day special. I’ll never forget it.”
Words failed me, drying up in my throat. “Yep. It was nice, wasn’t it?”
Marissa nodded quickly. “Oh, yes. Very nice. You’re good at what you do. Um, well, I guess I’ll see you around. But I hope you swing by for Sunday dinner. I wasn’t kidding about my parents missing you.”
She headed for the door, obviously forgetting that I hadn’t let her drive last night. Not after those two Timberline Twists she’dhad. Those drinks were strong. And they probably accounted for why she’d slipped onto my cock last night.
I furrowed my brow and clenched my jaw. Did she think I’d taken advantage of her?
I tried to think back through every step of the night. She hadn’t seemed that drunk. Just too tipsy to drive to the axe house. Then, while we were there, I’d made sure Candy didn’t serve her any alcohol. She’d just had a soda and a glass of water.
But if she thought I’d taken advantage of the situation, I was going to feel like the biggest dick on Red Oak Mountain.
At the door she turned around, her lips trembling slightly. “Really, Sawyer. Thank you. That was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had. You be good to yourself, now, okay?”
And with that, the woman of my dreams walked right out of my life.
What in the actual fuck just happened?
My heart beat against the cage of my chest, threatening to implode on the spot.
Was Marissa really walking out of my life after what happened between us last night?
I’d thought… well, I’d thought…
I furrowed my brow. I thought I’d been clear. But was it possible I hadn’t been?
I mean, I’d told the woman I wanted to be the father of her babies. How much clearer can you get?
