Page 80 of Steamy on Set

“It happened so fast I barely had time to do anything, but at the last second I turned my head and she got my cheek. She was pressed against me for a second before I pushed her away. I turned her down, then we were leaving, and that’s when you saw us.” He stops for a moment, giving me a minute to take in what he said.

I feel a gurgle of hysteria burst through my thoughts as I replay his words.

“She kissed your cheek?”

He looks solemn, nodding and I can see the regret pouring from his eyes.

My body shakes as laughter builds in my chest. As he sits forward in his seat, I laugh out loud, throwing my head back.The tears do come, but this time they are free from any pain. I wipe them away as I keep chuckling at his words.

“What?” he asks, throwing his arms open.

“That’s it? That is all that happened?”

All of this for a kiss on the cheek? I laugh again, hands clutching on to my stomach as I wheeze. I literally fled my home in the middle of the night from a failed seduction.

He quirks an eyebrow as he sits back into the chair.

“You want to let me know what’s so funny.”

I get up from my spot and cross to where he’s sitting. Easing onto his lap, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. He wraps himself around me, pulling me tight against his body. I feel like I’m returning home as I breathe in his scent.

“I thought—” I stop, unsure of how to explain the insanity that is my brain.

I thought he had broken my trust. I thought we couldn’t handle one upset.

I thought he was Christian.

“I thought wrong,” I say, pulling back to look at him. “It was just a kiss on the cheek?”

He nods and I press my forehead against his. “I thought so wrong.”

He pulls my face back to look into my eyes, searching them.

“You aren’t mad?”

“At what?”

“I should have never been alone with her like that, knowing how she is. I should have pushed her off faster. I should have made sure you knew nothing more happened when you saw us like that.”

There were plenty of things we both should have done, but none of that matters now. Nothing actually happened between them. I press my lips to his and relish in the feeling of joy that jumps at the contact.

“I love you,” I say, because I do. Because he is the man I thought he was. Because all he has ever done is fill me up.

He is smiling, eyes beaming with a look of happiness that matches mine. I kiss him again and again and again until I’m satisfied enough to stop.

“I love you, too.”

When he says it, I believe him. I know he does, because he has shown me in every way that matters. Even now, when I doubted him, when I left him and thought the worst, he came for me, arms wide open to take me back.

“But what happened was not okay. I know I shouldn’t have been in that situation, but you shouldn’t have assumed the worst in me.” He sighs out the words, a sudden tiredness lining his face. “Can you do this? Can you be in a relationship with me and trust me fully?”

I can still feel the jagged edges of the broken pieces not yet fixed from my last heartbreak. These last few months, I have been putting some into place section by section, trying to rebuild. I thought his love had made me whole, but it was so easy for me to fall apart again.

“I don’t know.”

If something else were to happen tomorrow, and I faced another situation where his fidelity was questioned, would I react the same? I would learn from this situation, sure, but hurt doesn’t always respond to logic. Can I believe and trust in him no matter what?

“I don’t know,” I say again.

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