Page 55 of Every Single Vow
“Excuse me?” I ask, my heart thrashing.
“You think we aren’t going to talk about this?” He finally glances up at me.
“About you getting lucky with a buckle bunny? I’d rather not.” I reach down and grab his wrist, removing it with a force I didn’t intend. “I don’t need details.”
As soon as I take a step away, he pushes to his feet. “Why not? Best friends talk about everything right?” He grits out.
I shake my head, confused at why he sounds so mad. Ignoring his question, I head for the door, but I can feel him at my back. The heat from his body, the anger from his energy.
“I’d rather not talk about this.” I reach for the handle, attempting to open the door.
“Why not, Dakota?” He presses before his palm stops the door from opening.
He never calls me Dakota.Never.
“What is your problem?” I hiss, shoving at his chest.
The door closes as he steps to me, pressing my back against the cold wood.
“Why are you so mad?” I ask, glaring at him.
“Why amImad?” He asks, a sarcastic laugh rolling from his lips.
“Let’s see. Maybe I’m pissed because you left me down there, practically on a silver platter to that vulture in heels.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted!” I shriek, irritated at this conversation.
“You wanted to go to the bar. You didn’t wear your ring. I thought you were looking for…”
“For what? A quick fuck with a random woman while you, mywife,stayed up inourhotel room?”
I nibble on my lip. “I mean, I guess.”
With a quick motion, his hand clasps the silver chain around his neck, bringing it up to dangle in front of my face. “This what you think I forgot about?”
There it sits. Right next to the cross pendent.
His ring.
“I didn’t want to chance losing it out in that field when we had to catch those horses.”
My eyes close when guilt washes over me.
He scrubs a hand down his face. “Do you have any idea how angry that makes me? That you think that little of me?”
I open my eyes. “Cooper that’s not it. I just understand that you have needs and…”
He cuts me off, his hands coming up to grip my face. “Fuck, Kota. Are you tired?”
I furrow my brows. “What?”
“Are. You. Tired?” He says each word with frustration as I search his pained expression.
His thumb gently slides across my skin, tracing my jaw.
“It must be exhausting,” his voice is almost a whisper, his lips moving slow and steady.
The bluest eyes I’ve seen to this day roam over my face, pausing to meet my gaze before he inches closer. His hard chest presses against mine, before he glides his thumb down the column of my throat. “Walking around every single day pretending you don’t love me just as much as I love you.”
