Page 43 of Never You

“You know I’m gonna collect that, baby.”

“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes, the corner of her mouth raised in half a smile as she opens the door to the bathroom.

“Rae?”

She halts, the doorknob in her hands. “Yeah?”

“You’re welcome.”

With a straight face, she stares at me until her eyes soften and she gives me a radiant smile. It’s one I haven’t seen before, making a pang go through my chest as she goes into the bathroom, and I let out a frustrated grunt.

I’m in some serious shit.

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Karma is playing a trick on me, I just know it.

I’ve been reprimanding him for the last five years, scolding him for hanging around with those homewreckers, and now, I’m the one who’s the homewrecker. I know it’s not completely true since he told me it’s more an arrangement than a relationship, but it still feels wrong.

I’m sitting behind the wheel again, my eyes focused on the long road ahead of me as I resist the urge to let my gaze deviate to the two men in my car.

Bodi is working on his laptop in the backseat while Jensen has been silently staring out of the window for the last couple of hours. There is an awkward silence between us, and I have no clue if it’s because of how we woke up together or if something else is on his mind.

When I woke up in Jensen’s arms, I felt mortified.

Comfortable as fuck. But also mortified.

It can never happen again.

But my brain keeps looping me back how it felt to wake up listening to his heartbeat, his arms wrapped around my body,and feeling the warmth of his skin against my cheek. Every time I push the thought away, scolding myself, it gets bounced back inside my body within seconds.

He made me feel safe in a way I haven’t felt since the crash. I try to keep telling myself it's nothing, just a coincidence, but my heart keeps corrupting my head with silly thoughts… like wanting to touch him.

Kiss him.

Run my fingers through his short hair.

“Are you close to your family?” Jensen’s voice snaps me out of my daydream as if he could hear my thoughts, and I glance at him, a bit puzzled, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Back home? Your family? Are you all close?” There is a serious wonder in his eyes that has me thinking he’s looking for something in my words.

I shrug, not sure how to reply. “I mean, I haven’t seen them much in the last five years. Only twice a year. But I know they are there when I need them.”

They would never reject me in any kind of way, history proved as much, so yeah, they are there when I need them. I’d like to think we are close, and I definitely feel loved.Just not safe.

“That’s good,” he replies softly. “Any siblings?”

No.A pang twitches in my heart.

“A little sister. She’s ten.”

“Ten? She’s a caboose baby?”

“Something like that,” I mumble.

“What about Johnny? Are you close to him?”

Yes, why?

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