Page 65 of Every Broken Promise
“Let me guess, you saw the words aphrodisiac and stopped reading the article?”
My silence was answer enough for her because she kept going.
“Pink tourmaline is known as the aphrodisiac stone, but that’s because it promotes self-love and self-healing. It helps you heal your heart.” She looked at me before continuing. “Whatever naughty things you did, that was all you, honey.”
I could see the humor in her eyes, and that enraged me.
“Forget this,” I said, putting the stone on the counter.
“Sorry, honey, no refunds.” The owner didn’t miss a beat.
“Augh.” I groaned. “You are not helpful.”
“Don’t forget your crystal,” she told me, pointing to the pink crystal of doom.
Tentatively, I picked it up and threw it in my purse while I glared at her.
“Is there anything you could do to me to keep the negative energies away?”
If you couldn’t beat them, you might as well join them. At this point, I was willing to try anything if it meant it kept Tyler Kane far away from me. I didn’t need to look at his dumb face or those stupid green eyes. I didn’t need to be reminded of the way he looked at me while his hands were inside my pants.
Shit.
Why couldn’t I forget the way his fingers felt inside me?
I came so hard to the memory of him touching me—and I hated it. The asshole gave me an amazing O to just the promise of him giving me an O. If that was all it took, the real him would fucking kill me. Would the newspaper report I had have the headline, “Death By Orgasm”? Shaking my head, I looked back at the owner of the shop.
She was staring at me and cocked her head while she studied me. Hopefully, she was working out a juju plan to keep Tyler far away from me.
“Hmm,” she mumbled. She then pulled out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them.
“Hmm, what?” I asked as I took a step back.
Why was I still here?
“Let’s find out,” she told me.
She threw a card on the table, and it was a sun, and the card was facing me.
“The Sun reversed,” she told me.
Against my better judgment, I still asked what that meant.
“You need to let loose, honey. I think you’ve lost sight of the things that are important.”
Yeah, no way was I going to be taking her advice.
“Thank you,” I said, even though I didn’t mean it.
Let loose from what? Maybe I had lost sight of what was important. If I hadn’t, there would be no way Tyler would have had his hand in my cookie jar.
This time, when I ran out of the store, I didn’t dare look back. I was done getting roped into things I didn’t understand. And the one thing I didn’t understand was Tyler Kane.
“I imagined this a thousand times.”
His confession made it all worse, because I remembered the feelings when they first came to me. How much I played them over in my head wishing I could have done something about it.
I also remember crying as soon as I got home after he told me about his first girlfriend. I had to blink back tears in that moment and control my breathing before he could hear me break down.
