Page 37 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Trevor sits up, adjusting himself so he’s not exposed. “I know, Iris.”

“In sickness and in health and all that other bullshit.”

“I know.”

I eye him over my shoulder. I’m sick all over again. “And you couldn’t forgive me for taking a job.”

Trevor sucks in a breath. He rubs his hands against his thighs, anxiety palpable. “Perhaps I wasn’t ready, then.”

“You weren’t ready to marry me?”

He shakes his head. “No, I mean, just…maybe I wasn’t strong enough. Maybe I never deserved you.”

“Oh, fuck off with that sad sack bullshit, Trevor.” I swipe tears away from my face.

I can’t believe we’re having this conversation while he’s dripping out of me and I’m almost completely naked, but life really likes to fuck with you.

Trevor sits beside me, silent.

“You should go. If you don’t have anything to say.”

“It’s not that I…I just don’t know what to…” Trevor sighs. “Okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I even…”

“Don’t you dare say you regret what just happened, that will just make it worse.”

“I wasn’t–”

I can’t sit here and listen to him trying and failing to say anything of meaning.

Shotting up off the bed, I rush into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

The tiled floor sends a chill through me, but I don’t care. I wait until I hear him go.

Takes him a while. In fact, he comes up to the bathroom door at one point, probably debating whether to knock or not. He doesn’t.

And on the one hand, I’m grateful. On the other, I wish he’d find the words to say and put me out of my misery.

Eventually, the door of the room opens and shuts, the heavy sound like a gavel. A judgment.

We shouldn’t have done that.

Except my body is still electric from his touch. From the way he filled me.

I wrap my arms around myself, wishing they were his arms. Wishing either of us knew what to say.

7

TREVOR

Last night shouldn’t have happened.But I can’t stop thinking about it.

Kissing Iris, holding her, being inside her brought back all the forever-feelings I had that prompted me to propose to her.

Of course, the way we left things should have been the final,finalnail in the coffin.

She was in tears for fuck’s sake. Not the good kind from an incredible orgasm, but the heartbreaking kind.

All day today, knowing I am going to see her at the Hawthorn LTD. Christmas party, I prepare to be polite. To pretend last night never happened. For her sake. Not mine. I’m breaking my own heart with that.

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