Page 32 of Enraged

Using his free arm, he rolled me onto my back.

“Sure about what?” He asked, his eyes burning into mine.

“About marrying him. I told her I was and then asked why she would ask me that.”

“What was her response?”

“She said she was curious because she knows that the idea of never being with anyone else can be scary. I told her one of the perks of being high school sweethearts was that we would never have to worry about first time jitters again.”

He ran his fingers through his short curls before letting his hand come to rest on my stomach.

I continued. “She asked if I felt like I had missed out on anything by never being with anyone else,” I recalled. “I asked if she felt that way about you.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“She said she was completely satisfied and that she wouldn’t change a thing.”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “The moment when you realize that she wasn’t asking because she was being a good friend that wanted to be positive you were sure about marrying him; she was asking because she was hoping you would say you weren’t.”

Thanks for that incredibly obvious insight, pal.

“And if that moment of realization wasn’t enough to gut you, throw in the full-fledged fuckin’ clarity that she didn’t mean she was completely satisfied with me. She meant she was completely satisfied with fuckin’ him.”

And said she wouldn’t change a thing.

Dakota

This new information had my head spinning.

The depth of deceit is bad enough but the audacity to know you’re boning your childhood best friend’s man and say you wouldn’t change a thing…

Lena burrowed a little deeper against my chest, the small movement sending a whiff of shampoo and vanilla out into the atmosphere.

“Your hair smells good.”

Reflexively, she reached out and touched her scalp.

“Ain’t no way. Blaine wouldn’t let me wash it this morning,” she complained.

She sounded so annoyed that I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, he is the expert.”

She agreed with a nod. “He said the hair would hold better if it had some natural oil in it. I guess he was right because all hell may have broken loose, but them curls are still intact.”

I studied her using the light from the fireplace. She was right and so was Blaine. Her blonde, perfectly round curls covered my arm and a part of both of our pillows.

“For what it’s worth, you looked beautiful today,” I heard myself say.

Well, she did…

She didn’t respond but I could feel her smile against my chest. I pulled her closer.

This is quite literally the last thing we should be doing.

Even with the mental acknowledgement that I shouldn’t be holding her this close, or even holding her at all, every part of me wanted to hold her even closer.

Not sure she could get any closer, bud, without you being inside her.

My dick lurched at the mere thought, the subtle twitch pushing against her thigh.

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