But loving him just detonated my world.
A knock at the door makes my entire body jolt.
For a second, I think it might be Wilder.
But I know it’s not.
The knock comes again. Harder.
I stand slowly and walk to the door, my stomach twisting.
When I open it, Kamden is standing there.
His jaw is tight. His knuckles still red.
“Can I come in?” he asks, voice rough.
I step aside without a word.
He walks in slowly, looking around like this place is suddenly unfamiliar to him. Like I am.
The door clicks shut behind him.
Neither of us speak for a long moment.
Then he looks at me.
“How long?” he asks quietly.
“A few weeks,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself.
He exhales sharply through his nose.
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie,” I whisper. “I just didn’t tell you.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“No, it’s not,” I say, my voice cracking. “Lying is saying nothing’s happening. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
He turns to face me fully now.
“You didn’t think I deserved to know my best friend was sleeping with my sister?”
The word sleeping makes my stomach twist.
“It’s not just that,” I say. “It’s not just sex.”
He laughs bitterly. “It never is at first.”
Anger flickers through me.
“You don’t get to reduce this,” I snap. “You don’t get to make it sound cheap.”
His eyes flash.
“You have no idea what I’ve watched him do, Amelia.”
