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“I’ve been having nightmares,” he answers and my stomach twists up. “That’s all.”

It doesn’t feel like it’s that simple.

I swallow.

“And, uh … you were in it.”

My heart sinks and my stomach twists all up. “Me?”

A single dip of his chin is his answer and judging by the resounding silence after it, it’s all the answer I’m going to get.

“That … sucks,” I murmur and pull back, pushing to my feet.

I don’t know what else to say or how else to transition from something that feels so fucking heavy. Something that’s his to know and mine to not.

Even though it’s big enough that he … fuck, he needed me after.

Slept with me. Another man.

Has that even sunk in for him?

A wave of anxiety rolls right over me and plants its ugly head right in my sternum.

What happens when it does?

“Mac.”

I turn to find him, still on his knees where I left him—fuck, he’s a sight—with a grit to my jaw.

“It’s just a nightmare, okay?”

Shaking my head, I walk away.

Because with us … it’s never that damn simple.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Jordan

The space between Macand me hurts.

He doesn’t trust me.

The thought runs through my head like it’s a marathon, circling and circling, with no end in sight.

It’s another layer to the shitstorm that has my hands shaking and my stomach in a permanent knot.

Which has made being at his Ma’s house, surrounded by not only his band but all of security, such a hard place to pretend at.

To act like I’m not waiting for every glance of his to land on mine from across the room, or each pass of his to stop by me.

But why would he when he’s spent so long without me?

Having sex with him once won’t change that.

God, I just want to fucking touch him. Hold him. Tell him this isn’t just a—

I shake my head.

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