Page 64 of The Last Love Story
There’s no reason to have him in my bed.
Besides wanting him there.
For now, Jade. For now. For now. For now.
Maybe if I say it enough, it’ll get through my thick skull.
Justin stands and stretches, yawning.
I stand too.
Awkwardly.
What am I doing?
What do I want?
What do I dare to risk?
I clear my throat.
“Need any extra blankets? Now that the AC is working again?” I laugh in the most ridiculous high-pitched way.
An amused smile forms on his lips, and he shakes his head.
“Okay then. Uh… goodnight.”
He lets out a little chuckle. “Night, Jade.”
Forcing out a breath, I spin and hurry out of the room to my bedroom.
I am ridiculous.
I roll violentlyin my bed for the millionth time tonight.
I’m never going to be able to sleep.
Because I’m an idiot who overthinks things.
And worries about things.
Which is why I’m awake at midnight, mind going over every little thing. I want Justin in here with me. I want to feel himwrapped around me. My surgery is tomorrow, and my stress levels are off the charts.
He makes it better.
That’s it. I’m pathetic. Pathetically hung up on my fake husband, who I have very real chemistry with. And maybe feelings for.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
But all theughsin the world don’t stop me from getting out of bed and traipsing out to the living room.
Justin is sleeping peacefully on the couch, and I almost second-guess my decision, but knowing how nervous I am about tomorrow and how much Justin has infiltrated my brain, I won’t sleep at all tonight if I don’t do it.
Reaching over the back of the couch, I gently shake his arm. “Justin.”
He jolts awake and squints at me. “Jade? Did the air conditioner break? I swear, I’ll?—”
“No. It’s not that.” I look back at the hallway, then run my hand through my hair as a blush creeps onto my cheeks. “Nevermind. It’s stupid.”
