Page 120 of Catching Feelings

Ten minutes later, my door buzzes. The delivery person is gonna get an extra tip for getting here so quickly. I cross the living room and open the door, only to find the delivery person is a lot hotter than I was expecting.

“Hey,” Rowan says.

Her hair is down in soft curls, and she’s wearing a long trench coat. Usually she’s bundled up in her thick, puffy coat and winter hat with the cute pom pom on the top. My eyes drop to her feet and I’m shocked she’s wearing heels and a dress. Or at least I think it’s a dress since her ankles are bare.

I lift my gaze to her face, which is softly made up, and I instantly deflate. She’s done up for a date. With her boyfriend.

Ray.

“Can I come in?”

I scratch the back of my neck. I’ve never been the other guy. I don’t condone cheating, and I don’t know if I can keep my hands and my mouth off her.

“Would Ray appreciate that?” Yeah, I’m being snarky, but the situation kinda calls for it.

“Raye would approve. Trust me.”

I narrow my eyes on her.Trust me.She’s never given me a reason not to trust her, and I’m sure Ray feels the same.

I step back, making room for her. She walks past me and her hair brushes across my arm as her scent trails after her. Like a bakery. Sweet and full of goodness that I want to get my mouth on.

Fuck. My cock twitches in my joggers. I shove my hands in the front pockets of my hoodie, pulling it down to cover my hardening dick.

“You walked away last night before I could finish.”

“Look, Row.” I drag my fingers through my hair, which lifts my sweatshirt. I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to my crotch. Fine. Let her see what she does to me. “I’d be lying if I say I’m happy for you. I do want you to find happiness, even if it’s not with me, but I’m far from happy about it.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

“Yup. That’s me. Sweet as pie.”

She clears her throat. “I’ve been seeing Raye for eight weeks now. It started out three times a week, then two, and now one. I’m starting bi-weekly next time.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “Why would any man want to see you less after getting to know you?”

Her lips turn up into a beautiful smile and my fucking dick stretches another inch. Fuck.

“Raye is my therapist.Shehas helped me work on my communication skills. I’ve made peace with my family, at least on my end. They don’t think there’s anything wrong with their behavior, but I refuse to be a doormat to them anymore.”

Therapist.

Raye is her freaking therapist.

Rowan doesn’t have a boyfriend.

Rowan is available. I think.

For the first time in my thirty-two years, I’m speechless.

“I’m not saying I won’t still struggle with sticking up for myself and voicing my needs and wants.” She starts to unbutton her coat. “But I think she’d be proud of me for putting myself out there and speaking with actions.”

Her top button comes free, revealing her soft, creamy skin. Another button pops free revealing her cleavage.

Holy. Fuck. My heart.

I’d been holding it together—barely—but the moment she looks up at me with those soft, uncertain eyes, I feel the walls I built around myself start to crumble.

Another button is free, and her opened coat hangs loosely on her naked body. Naked except those sexy-ass heels.

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