Page 258 of My Rules

It’s been a rough three days.

Pushing Rebecca away has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

I keep going over our night together in my head.

The perfect storm.

I know it shouldn’t have happened, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from touching her one last time.

She came to me.

But I lied to her ...

She gave me no choice.

I mean, it wasn’t completely untrue. I have been talking to Sam, although I haven’t asked her out yet.

I get a vision of Rebecca and me rolling around under the sheets, and my heart somersaults in my chest.

No.

I can’t go back there. I need to move on.

Rebecca had her chance with me, and she blew it. I’m nobody’s punching bag.

Least of all somebody who is supposed to love me.

“Hey there, you,” a familiar voice says from behind me. I look up to see Sam.

“Hey, you joining me for lunch?”

“Okay.” She smiles.

Sam is beautiful and intelligent and funny. We get along like a house on fire and have been hanging out for weeks.

It’s time to move on.

My eyes hold hers as I come to an internal decision. “Would you like to go out on the weekend?” I ask her.

“We go out every weekend,” she replies as she looks over the menu.

“I mean on a date.”

Her eyes rise to meet mine. “A date?”

“That’s what I said.”

She smiles softly as electricity bounces between us. “I thought you’d never ask.”

That makes two of us.

“So, Saturday night?”

“I can’t wait.” She smiles sexily.

“Me too.”

Rebecca

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