Page 128 of From You to Me

I rested my head against his chest as I grinned. “Are you tired, Jay? So your excessive cardio workout and stupid diet is a complete waste, huh?”

“You menace.” He pinched the side of my waist, which made me ticklish as I squirmed over him. “The break is more for you than it is for me. Trust me, I could keep going all night. But I want to fuck you till daylight, and you need to be able to take me till then.”

I scoffed. “I’m sure you speak from experience.” Although saying it out loud made my heart sink, like an anchor into the depths of an ocean.

“Well, the longest we’ve gone is five that night before I left for my first tour.” He dragged his hand across my back.

“I’m sure you’ve gone longer than that with other girls.” I traced my fingers along the twin dragons smearing his chest to distract myself.

A laugh vibrated his chest. “I wouldn’t know.”

My wandering finger stilled as my head snapped in his direction, his answer not fully registering in my brain. “What do you mean?”

“I wouldn’t know.” He lifted a shoulder. “I don’t remember much before you came along, and as far as I know, they were all quick and messy. And I hadn’t been with anyone else after I met you.”

“What?” I shrieked, clutching his face in my hands. “You mean after you met me now? Like six years later, right?”

“No.” He chuckled. “After I met you, like ever.”

“How is that possible? Don’t lie to me. I’ve been stalking you for years, and I’ve seen the different girls hanging on to you every week.”

A teasing grin spread across his lips. “Stalking me, huh?”

Fuck. A blush tinted my cheeks. “I mean, you can hardly call it stalking because you were all over the media,” I mumbled, trying to hide my embarrassment. “But don’t evade my question.”

He sighed. “Well, I will admit I wasn’t innocent. But I didn’t actually fuck any of them, Evelyn. Most of the time, I was fried out from all the drugs and could barely move a muscle. The girls you saw me with either took the liberty to hang around me or were set up by PR for events.”

“But what about that girl in Germany? It looked like you two were pretty close,” I voiced out, trying hard not to let him notice the jealousy brimming in my undertones.

But fuck, he did. A huge smile overtook his beautiful lips. “You mean Alice?”

“Yeah,” I muttered.

The smile never left his face. “Alice is a good friend. But if I had to be more specific, the woman she came in with was actually her wife. They’ve been happily married for five years now.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling stupid for all the thoughts that coursed through my head that night. “But why didn’t you? You must’ve had plenty of opportunity.”

“Trust me, I tried. I thought it would help me forget you and that I could finally move on. But I couldn’t go through with it. Every time I touched another girl, all I could think about was you. My heart didn’t allow it.”

My blood elated as dopamine hit me in a rush. “That makes me so fucking happy,” I chirped, grinning.

“I wonder why.” He chuckled.

“Because I felt the same way. I didn’t have the heart to even go on a date with someone else. Let alone fuck someone.”

He gripped my ass, squeezing tight. “Why does the thought of you on a date with another guy make me wanna kill someone?”

“Oh my God,” I screamed in glee. “I feel the same way.” I tapped his chest. “Do you remember the girl who was all over you in the Box club? I wanted to break all of her fingers.”

He laughed. “I didn’t know my girl was a serial killer in the making.”

I stilled, my blood roaring as I peered into his eyes. “You called me your girl.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“Am I your girl as in you love me?” I whispered.

A visible swallow ran through the column of his throat. “Come with me.” He pulled us out of the bed, grabbed his hoodie, and slipped it over my head.

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