Page 92 of Steamy Ever After

“What did you call him?”

“Something Greeks don’t particularly like.”

“Gaby…”

“What do you want me to say? I was pissed off.”

“I get that, but don’t you think you overreacted?”

“No, I don’t, and here’s why.” She goes on a tangent, explaining the reasons she’s offended, and why Zach was entirely in the wrong, but I quit listening.

I flip onto my side, running my fingers over my sheets. Joe’s scent lingers, and I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. I slide my hand over the bed where he had been, thinking about what just happened and what more was about to. My thighs are still slick, and I have to cross my legs together when thoughts of Joe’s expert touch fill my mind.

I turn over, staring at our shared bedroom wall, wondering what he’s doing. Wondering if he’s thinking the same thing. Does he hate the interruption or is he relieved he got off easy?

The memory of his distant gaze when my phone rang burns in my mind. He was so serious, distracted by something big enough to tear him away from what was happening.

If Gaby hadn’t called, would he have stopped things from going further? Is he reconsidering his offer?

“And he doesn’t have to pay, but he should make reservations, right?” Gaby asks, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah. Sure,” I half-heartedly agree, barely listening. Gaby isn’t done, so I let her go on.

What am I supposed to do now about Joe? Do I try to reignite the fizzled flame between us? Has the window closed?

“You’re right, I overreacted,” Gaby agrees minutes later, bringing me back to our one-sided conversation. “Crap. I messed it up.”

“It might not be too late. If he really wants to be with you, I’m sure he’ll give you another chance,” I reply, realizing I could be talking about me and Joe.

“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry I dumped all this on you.”

“It’s okay.”

“We’re you busy? Did I interrupt some?—”

“What? No,” I reply far too quickly. “I was just reading.”

“Okay…” She doesn’t seem to notice my reaction, or if she does, she’s not mentioning it. “And how are you and Joe getting along? Is he still getting under your skin?”

My skin. Joe’s hands on it. His fingers inside me. His tongue…

I clear my throat. “Things are… better now.”

“Good. I’m glad. I told you he was a good guy. He’s not bringing over too many dates, is he?” I hear the smile in her tone.

“No. He isn’t.” My throat is so tight, the words come out squeaky. “Gaby, I love you, but I’m completely worn out. Is it okay if we chat tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes, totally. I always forget about the time difference. Night-night.”

I wish her a goodnight, then hang up. Tapping my phone to my chin, I stare at Joe’s wall.

Now filled with such tension, the last thing I am is tired. Wound tight, my muscles ache for release, and I consider giving in.

He’s right there, on the other side of the wall. I don’t need to do this alone. Joe wants it this way. He wants me to be more direct, to voice my needs.

I throw the blanket off and walk to his door, but I’m met with darkness and silence on the other side. I realize that he’s probably asleep by now and my shoulders drop as I return to bed, alone and annoyed.

CHAPTER 12

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