“You attended the service?” I say.
“Wanted to see your new boyfriend.”
I close my eyes and frown. “He isn’t my boyfriend.”
“Why’d you stop texting me?”
We both know why, and based on his cold expression, he isn’t here for an answer.
I glance up, but veer my eyes quickly. It’s so hard to look at him. He rips open my heart and unleashes too many feelings at once.
“I told you...” I sniffle and my throat tightens. “It’s too hard for me.”
He scoffs softly. “Or maybe you found a guy who fucks you like you wanted.”
I gasp and look around, praying nobody heard that.
“You need to leave,” I say firmly.
“Morgan, that prissy guy won’t make you cum like I can.”
I gasp again. I didn’t expect him to push harder. This isn’t the guy I last talked to. He’s angrier than I’ve seen him before.
“I know you’re mad,” I whisper. “This is for the best.”
I turn away but he grabs my wrist.
“Are you happy now?” he says.
I stare, searching his eyes.
“Are you?” he repeats.
The answer hides behind my lips: No.
But I say what I must, delivering the cruelest words I can. I never thought I would be this mean, but with Jack, I break my own rules.
“I am happy, Jack. I want eternity. Salvation. You understand? I don’t want a night with a forgettable guy who treats me like a whore.”
And then I say the most final thing I can think of.
“You will never be the man for me. In any way that matters.”
This time I walk away fast and he lets me.
Later, I wave to Norm at the front desk and walk into the night air. Fall is beginning, and the breeze is cool.
I grab the door handle of my car. It opens and shuts fast, and I am spun around. My bottom is pushed against the car. Jack hooks his hand behind my neck and pulls my mouth to his like he owns me.
And he kisses me.
He consumes me, his tongue diving in and claiming me in a way I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
Because his cologne intoxicates me and his touch paralyzes my body.
When his lips part from mine, I cover my mouth, completely side-swept.
He strokes my cheek gently with his knuckle.
