Page 67 of Forgive You

A long silence follows, and in my mind, I can see her eyes narrow. “Did you hook up with him?”

“What? No!” Okay, maybe that was a bit eager.

“You did, didn’t you?”

I laugh, then lie. “I didn’t! But we all went out together, and we had fun.”

Dry humping, fully-clothed orgasm fun.

“Fun?”

“Yeah, fun! We danced, he drove me home, then he called a truce.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me, missy.”

There’s a lot I’m not telling her, but I’m not ready to talk about it yet.

Call me superstitious, but Jason and I went from clashing like titans, to kissing, and chilling on the beach. I have no clue what I can even say about it. I’m hesitant to be too eager and fuck it up.

“There’s nothing to tell. We’re good. We hung out at the beach with Jordan the other day.”

“I hate this,” Kayla complains, and I imagine her pouting on the couch.

“Hate what?”

“This!You’re holding back, and I can’t see your face to drag it out of you.”Lucky me.“I’m tempted to fly out there and see what’s going on for myself.”

I smile, my heels clicking over the floor as I move to the back of the studio.

“As much as I would love to see you and have a girls’ night, please don’t. I’m busy as fuck, besides, I’ll see you next month, right?”

“You’re flying back for Hunter’s birthday?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s the perfect timing for a break, and we could do some catching up.”

“Are you staying with your parents?”

A knot forms in my stomach, and I swallow. “No. I promised Charlotte I’d stay with them. Give her and Hunter some time together while I watch the kids.”

“You sure you’re not going to get a hotel room withJason?” she teases like a freaking schoolgirl, bubbling a chuckle from my chest.

My eyes find Jason, erasing the knot that was threatening to expand when he flashes a smile my way.

He looks so good in work mode. Effortlessly confident, with a smile that can turn a no into a yes within a heartbeat. I understand why he’s good at his job.

He’s good with people, turning into their wants and needs and making them align with his. He shoots me a wink when he catches me staring, and a blush creeps up my cheeks.

“I’m not getting a hotel room with Jason,” I confirm, turning around to avoid his gaze trailing up and down my body.

Going by the squeeze of my pussy, I’d love to, though.

My assistant motions for me to come talk to her, and I say my goodbyes to Kayla, her protesting for leaving her hanging, and me laughing as I hang up.

I check out the first set of photos next to the photographer and give them some pointers and the suggestion of a different shirt before the shoot continues.

My mind is so at ease, it’s fucking freaking me out.

Any day now, someone is going to knock me off my high horse of good fortune. They have too, right? Because things have been going for the wind for the past two weeks and it’s like butterflies are constantly crashing against the wall of my stomach.

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