Page 70 of Cheater and the Saint
Fuck. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it felt like my heart was cracking wide open. With all other relationships, I’d cheated and felt no amount of guilt for it. But I couldn’t do that to him, even if hehadgiven me permission.
Callie slid off my lap and sat on her knees beside me, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and pulled my pants back on before sitting up and wiping at my face. I didn’t cry. Especially not in front of other people. Yet, so many emotions had hit me at once, and I was sure the alcohol hadn’t helped.
“Sorry,” I said before clearing my throat and looking at her. She didn’t look mad, only worried. Pretty sure I was the first guy who’d ever cried like a baby in front of her before sex. “It’s not that you aren’t beautiful. I… I just.”
“Does your not-boyfriend have anything to do with it?” Callie asked, placing her hand over mine.
My throat constricted, and I nodded as another fucking tear fell from my eye. “I need to get home.”
My life had been like one big revolving door, people coming and going, and me moving so fast with them, never stopping or standing still. Just a whirlwind of bodies and different bedrooms before flying off to the next.
For the first time in my life, I’d found someone I wanted to stand still with.
