Page 84 of My Sweetest Agony
We can’t remain out on this bench forever.
Eventually, someone else will come out for fresh air or looking for us, and even if he doesn’t still have his hand buried between my thighs, it would be far too obvious something untoward happened out here.
I reluctantly release my death grip on his shirt and nod. “Okay…”
He climbs to his feet, adjusting his hard cock in his jeans, then takes one last lingering look at me before he stalks away, out the way he came through the side gate.
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My legs tremble, threatening to give out as the memory washes over me like a destructive tidal wave. The details are so crystal clear, even after all this time, that I can still feel his hand between my legs and the way my heart yearned for more from him even after he made me completely unravel in the most sinful way.
But I can’t speak.
Can’t move.
Can’t even begin to process this vicious truth bomb that just detonated in my mind.
Cam watches me with trepidation hardening his gaze, his brows drawn low, shoulders tense. “You keep asking me what happened between me and Drew, why we had a falling out, why we weren’t speaking to each other anymore. That night is why.”
Blood rushes in my ears, drowning out the music playing in the studio, making my head spin. My heart slams violently against my rib cage, and I stumble backward and grip the edge of the kitchen counter to keep myself upright.
He takes a step toward me with his free hand out, as if he’s going to grab me to keep me steady, but I flinch from his touch, stopping him in his tracks.
The floor tilts beneath my feet, wobbling as all the pieces fall into place, clicking together like some strange puzzle built on lust and lies. “Drew knew…”
He knew something had happened in the garden that night…
And he knew it had been Cam.
I let my gaze drift up to lock with his, even though he’s blurry through the tears now filling my eyes and sliding down my cheeks.
Cam looks utterly dejected, his shoulders slumped, free hand fisting at his side. “Of course, he knew.”
He knew.
He knew.
He knew.
Drew. Fucking. Knew.
That night changed everything for us.
For all intents and purposes, it was the true start of our relationship.
The weeks leading up to that had been getting to know each other. Feeling each other out. Figuring out if there was anything there beyond the initial attraction and playful flirtation.
But that night was the defining moment—the single second in time when I knew Drew was it.
And…
“Oh, God…” I slam my hand over my mouth to prevent a sob from slipping out, but even biting into my flesh doesn’t completely stop it. Not when the truth wrenches it from somewhere deep in my soul.
And…it wasn’t even him.
