Page 29 of All My Broken Pieces

It’s the right thing.

I peek at him out of the corner of my eye, finding him watching me with a look that has me gulping.

This is how it should be.

Logan reaches a hand toward me, tucking my hair behind my ear as he leans closer. My breath catches as I force myself to stay still. His lips press to mine and I feel…nothing.

I sit there, allowing him to kiss me. I can’t tell if he’s getting any real enjoyment out of it either, until his hand slips down to my thigh and he moans into my mouth.

Gasping, I lean back, fumbling with the door as I try to find the handle. “This was, um, fun.” I blurt out, releasing a small breath of relief when my fingers close around the cold metal. Opening the door, I clamber out backward, leaving a shocked Logan halfway bent over the seat.

Without another word, I give him a small wave and dash inside. I don’t know what he’s thinking. Well, maybe I do. He’s probably thinking I’m crazy or something along those lines.

I groan as I can almost hear what my mom is going to say when she finds out. Because she will. All the women in her circle are gossips, The Real Housewives level. And while I enjoy watching the drama unfold on the screen, I loathe being involved, let alone the center of it.

Fumbling with my purse, I pull out the spare key that Killian made for me when I moved in, breathing a sigh of relief when I twist the lock and the doors open to my temporary home.

Ava looks up from the couch where she’s snuggled up to her husband. Her smile fades as she studies my expression. Extracting herself from Killian’s arm, she walks over and pulls me against her. “Oh, Fallon.” She murmurs, running her hand down my hair.

I cling to her, dropping my bag on the floor. A quiet cry breaks free from my chest as my body shakes.

“Shhh. It’s okay, babe.” Pressing her cheek to my head, she wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. “Do you want to talk about it?” Ava asks, her tone concerned.

I know what she’s thinking. WhatIwould be thinking if the situation were reversed.

Shaking my head, I pull back and wipe the tears away. “No.” I hiccup, bending to pick up my purse. “I’m f-fine. I just…I think I’m going to take a bath.” I can feel two sets of eyes follow me as I trudge down the hall, but I don’t look back.

After I gather my things from the bedroom, I head toward the guest bath, pausing my steps when I hear low voices drift down the hall.

“I’m worried about her.” Ava’s voice sounds, the worry bleeding into her tone.

“I know, baby girl.” Killian soothes. “But she needs to figure this out on her own.” Ava sighs heavily in response.

I don’t wait to see if they say anything else. Slipping into the bathroom, I start the water, testing the temperature before putting in the drain plug and pouring in my rose scented foaming bath soap. I watch the bubbles form as the water fills the tub, my mind whirling with thoughts I don’t know how to fight.

I felt nothing.

My mind drifts back to the kiss, to Logan pressing his soft lips against mine.

No, that’s not true.

Tears fill my eyes, the drops falling to add to the liquid filling the bath.

I felt guilty.

Like I betrayedher.

A strangled noise leaves me as I bury my face in my hands.

If this is the right thing, why does it hurt so fucking bad?

“Hey, baby.”

I smile up at Arriana. Closing my book, I move to perch on my knees so we’re eye level. “Hey.” I breathe, running my hands along her sides and resting them on her hips.

A sly smirk lifts the corner of her lips. Glancing at my discarded novel, she bends to snatch it up. “And what do we have here, hmm?” My cheeks flame as I watch her open to the page I left off. As she reads, her brows slide higher up her forehead and her eyes widen. “Well, I…have some questions.”

I shrink back into the couch, wrapping my arms around my knees. Refusing to meet her gaze, I look anywhere but directly at her.

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