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I sighed, rapidly going through my options.

Leave him out there so he could knock on the door all night.

Or let him inside.

There was only a week and a half until I left for good.

“Ok, but only on the floor.”

“Anything, Delilah!” he said eagerly as I opened the door. “I just want to prove to you that I want you only and that if you give me a chance I’ll never ever cheat on you again.”

“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” I said dismissively, heading back to my enormous soft bed.

Was Alexander really going to sleep on the floor, just because I said so? He wouldn’t try to get in the bed or go back to his own expensive luxury one?

“No, God, no,” he said, grabbing my arm. “Please. It’s just the way I thought things were. I was a complete dumbass. My mother never said anything, never seemed to mind. But I never want to do it again because the idea disgusts me now. And because it hurt you and that kills me. And I hate you being mad at me. I hate being away from you. It’s unendurable.”

“Maybe all this fine print would’ve been nice to know before the wedding,” I said angrily, yanking away from him. “Like ‘oh, by the way, it’s expected that I just cheat on you.’ But you didn’t say that, did you? So you knew it was wrong.”

His eyes were shadowed with pain, but he still held my angry gaze. “I knew it was wrong,” he agreed. “I didn’t know what would happen. I didn’t know how it would feel to have the wife you’re in love with say she doesn’t want to be married anymore, all because of my own actions. And I never want to do anything that makes you say that ever again.”

“Well, get on the floor, then,” I said grumpily, flouncing into my own bed. “All this is too little, too late.”

“The floor is fine,” Alexander said, stretching his long body out beside me. “I want to take every opportunity to be close to you.”

My mind was in a whirl.

Was he just doing the same thing he had done when I met him? Charming me when I should have known better?

Was there any possible way he was telling the truth?

On one hand, he had been peeling potatoes and scrubbing the kitchen floors for weeks because I told him he was a selfish person who didn’t think about anyone else.

On the other hand, he was tall, golden, charming, sexy as hell, and literally the KING of a wealthy country. How could I trust a thing he said? How could I know he meant what he said?

I tuned to look at Alexander. He was already asleep, curled up on the floor in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, no pillow or blanket, just using his arm as a pillow.

I took a close, slow look at him for the first time since I had told him it was over.

The circles under his eyes were shadowy, dark, deep smudges, and there were lines I hadn’t seen before, creased across his forehead and between his eyes.

He was gorgeous, but, also, he looked awful. Like he had barely been sleeping.

I hesitated, then grabbed one of my blankets and threw it over him.

CHAPTER 19

Delilah

The next morning, I rolled over to see a freshly showered Alexander standing patiently watching me, dressed in athletic shorts and a T-shirt.

“How long have you been there?” I cried, noticing my covers had slipped and yanking them back over me.

“A while,” he said. “But I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

“I do not want you to,” I snapped.

“Want to go up the Greenways?” he asked. “It’s finally dry enough for it to be safe.”

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