Once I’m out into the cool air, I pull down my handkerchief and gulp it down.
How badly did I just fuck up?
I’m going to be working for herfather.
By the time I make it back to my own bed, I stare up at the ceiling, replaying every touch.
Then I backtrack, scrolling through my phone and obsessing over our texts.
There’s no way she meant it. This all has to be some game she likes to play.
The Sophia I know probably has a revolving list of guys.
She’s even said it herself, she loves to be the center of attention.
Just the thought of the betrayal twists my guts like a knife.
Why did she push me so hard? Say all of those things if she wasn’t genuine?
Why did she make me like her?
Fuck.
With a groan, I roll over, burying my head.
More than like.
I hang on her messages. It’s the first thing I do when I open my eyes in the morning, and the last I do before my cell falls onto my face at night.
The worst part?
I’m going to see her constantly. Between working on the ranch, and then her and I both being at nearly every rodeo in the Pacific Northwest, what the hell am I going to do if the truth comes out?
But.
What if she’s being honest? And she secretly does want all of those things she admitted to me?
Kids.
Love.
Bypassing all of the frivolous, superficial steps that hit every new relationship.
Will I still follow through with what I said?
Ugh.
Tossing myself into a burrito wrap of my bedding, I finally kick all of the covers off and pad into the kitchenette in my boxer-briefs.
Brent snores lightly on the couch, his heels hanging over the arm.
I know he’d support whatever I do. We aren’t just brothers, we’re best friends.
She wants lots of children so they’d have each other like Brent and I do.
Just the thought makes my dick twitch.
He startles when I pop the top off a bottle of beer.
