Where the hell were her underwear? She swallowed hard, willing her heart to stop beating so fast. She didn’t need to be red-faced and embarrassed. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.
This was how it was meant to be.
Calm as she could, naked and post-amazing-orgasm, she dug through his bed. Seriously? It wasn’t that big.
Screw it. She’d go commando.
Finger-combing her hair, she strode across the room to where she’d tossed her jeans. Bare-bottomed, she sat on the edge of his bed and pulled them on.
“Heather,” he said again.
She couldn’t do this. Not the actual goodbye. Maybe the note Logan had left made way more sense than she’d given him credit for. She’d never had to look at him, never had to turn red and cry when he told her it was over. She’d done all of that alone.
Not that she’d cry over Jase. It was a weekend fling. He hadn’t earned her tears.
“Heather.”
“Yeah?” she clipped, pulling her shirt over her head. She braced herself for what was coming. How he’d deliver the blow.
She glanced to him; he was totally naked in the doorway of his bedroom, his arms crossed across his chest, studying her.
His eyes absolutely soft.
She immediately regretted her tone.
“Tonight. Come over after I’m done downstairs?” he asked gently. “And lunch tomorrow? My brother’s coming into town, so the family is doing a big dinner with him or I’d hang with you.”
Oh.
He moved toward the bed, pulling back the blankets and handing her the panties she couldn’t find before.
She took them. Stared at them.
He sat beside her on the bed, totally not caring that he didn’t have a stitch of clothes on. He tilted her chin so she looked at him, treating her like she was as breakable as she felt in that moment.
“The pill thing. You really want that?” he asked.
“I do.” She bit at her bottom lip.
He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over her lips. “Okay.”
“Jase?” She pushed into him, her face pressed against his pec.
“Hmm?” he asked, his hand stroking the back of her hair.
“I’m all kinds of messed up.”
“No, sugar. You’re not.” He pulled her tighter, held her against him.
He felt so good. Her breaths came easier. He didn’t let her go. That wasn’t breakup sex.
This was going to be all right. She hadn’t made a mistake of epic proportions. No, things were okay. And Jase wasn’t the man she’d convinced herself he was.
God, she hoped he wasn’t the man she’d convinced herself he was.
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Chapter Sixteen
