That was still hard to believe.
In the four years since our relationship had imploded, he had never gotten with anyone else. A part of me felt guilty because I knew what I’d done during that same time.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he replied.
“You really didn’t get with anyone else?”
His gaze didn’t waver. “No.”
I shook my head a little, more to myself than anything. “That’s wild.”
“I can see why you’d think so.”
“Why didn’t you?” I needed to hear his reason again when we weren’t in the middle of a highly intense situation.
“Because nobody else felt right,” he said simply.
That was the same reason he’d given last night, which made it easier to believe his apology and his claim to still love me.
He hadn’t replaced me or even tried to.
But I had.
My stomach twisted.
I hadn’t told him that part, and now it felt like something remained unsaid between us that I’d likely need to come clean about.
I frowned.
“Hey, you don’t have to look like that,” he stated.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re trying to figure out if I’m lying.”
I scoffed under my breath. “I don’t think you’re lying.”
“Then what?”
“It’s nothing. I just think the shock hasn’t worn off yet.”
He didn’t push, but I could tell he knew I was leaving something out. And I hated it. Hated that we were finally here, finally being honest, and I was still holding something back.
But how could I explain that since I couldn’t have him during the years we were apart, I’d had plenty of other people? That wasn’t something to bring up during a morning-after conversation. Not when everything still felt new.
“I’ve gotta get up.” I climbed out of bed.
“But we don’t need to be at the gym yet.”
“Gotta meet with Devon.” I picked up a pair of sweats from the floor. “He’s going to be pissed that I didn’t talk to him yesterday.”
“Everyone seemed to be in a mood yesterday,” he noted.
I pulled on a shirt, then glanced back at him. He was sitting on the bed, the sheet low on his hips, looking like something I shouldn’t be allowed to have. “Can you do me a favor?”
He shrugged. “Sure. What is it?”
