Page 68 of Mr. Big Mistake
I needed Kelly next to me.
I needed her in my arms.
I needed her against my body and my soul and my heart.
“You’ve got it bad, man,” I murmured, before sleep finally swallowed me whole.
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Kelly
Me:Roxy, I got a problem. A big one. Call me?
I didn’t wait five minutes before my sister rang me on my phone while the sun rose over the ocean.
“Hey there,” I said groggily.
“Hey, girl. What’s up?”
“So, I’m with Brenden in San Diego, right? And we’re in this gorgeous oceanfront hotel, and we had this fabulous dinner with--.”
“You’re in San Diego?”
I paused. “Yeah. Didn’t I tell you?”
“Uh, no. You didn’t tell me you were going to San Diego with Brenden. When the hell did this happen!?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Yesterday? The day before? I’m still a bit hungover from last night.”
“Oh. My. God. Did you guys have drunk sex?”
I blinked. “No, we didn’t. That’s kind of my issue, though.”
“You wanted to have drunk sex, and he didn’t?”
“Not quite like that. But, I mean…”
She paused. “Oooooooh. Okay, I get it now.”
“I hope you do because I really don’t.”
“What’s holding you back from sleeping with Brenden?”
I rolled over. “I don’t know. Everything? Nothing? Myself?”
She giggled. “All good answers, sis. But, no. What's holding you back from sleeping with him is the idea that he’ll break your heart. Like he does with every other girl.”
I sat up. “Well, now that you’ve thrown it out there.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t play that game with me.”
I snickered. “I know, I know. I just--.”
“I mean, you’re married to the man right now, right?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean--.”
“And you’re attracted to him, right?”
