away.
Paul took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”
She paled. “You’re sorry?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Megan felt sick to her stomach, and she saw something flash across his face before he schooled his features. “You remembered?”
Paul shook his head. “No. And I’m sorry about that, too. I can’t tell you the last time I blacked out like that from drinking too much. It shouldn’t have happened, and I’m sorry.”
The churning in Megan’s belly subsided a little, but anxiety rapidly took up residence. “So you don’t remember what happened?”
She said it more to herself than to him, but he answered her anyway. “No.”
Megan swallowed and pushed herself off the wall, walking toward him. He watched her with an eagle eye. She knew he was wondering what she was doing, and to be honest, she was wondering the same thing herself.
When she came to a stop in front of him, she stood closer than they’d ever been before, with only one exception. He looked down at her, and she hoped he liked the view that included a nice display of the tops of her breasts. Just thinking about Paul and her breasts together brought back the memory of his hands and mouth on them. Her body heated at the memory.
Licking her lips, she searched his eyes for any recollection. “You kissed me.”
His eyes grew wide with shock, and he tensed. Other than that, he didn’t react in any way to her bombshell.
Megan decided to push the envelope a little by filling in the gaps for him. She wanted to touch Paul, but she was afraid it would spook him. “I heard a noise, so I went to check on you. You’d bumped into the dresser, and almost knocked the television over, so I helped you to the bed.”
The vein in his throat pulsed rapidly, but he remained silent.
“You don’t remember any of this?”
“No.” It sounded as if it were a struggle for him to say that one word.
She sighed and reached up to touch his face. Paul leaned back, evading her hand. Megan tried to hide how much that hurt, but she knew he saw it anyway.
Before she could regain her equilibrium, Paul sidestepped her, putting some distance between them. She wanted to grab hold of his arm, and pull him back to her, but she didn’t. It would have been too much to ask for him to take her in his arms and pick up where they’d left off.
He’d kissed her? That was impossible. But even as that thought crossed his mind, Paul knew she was telling the truth. Once again, the sight of Megan perched above him filled his mind. This time, it took on a whole new context.
Megan wasn’t lying.
Paul flexed his fingers, unsure what to do with himself. He was in uncharted territory. This wasn’t like the woman he’d picked up in that club four years ago. He knew Megan. She lived in his house, for crying out loud. It wasn’t as if he could up and leave.
Chancing a look at Megan, he could see the hurt in her eyes. He could tell she was trying to hide it, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. He felt like a cad. She’d said he’d kissed her, not the other way around. He’d initiated the kiss. He’d changed things between them. It was his fault.
He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before opening them again. Megan looked so small as she stood there in his kitchen in her shorts and tank top. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, as he knew what he said next would hurt her. It was the last thing he wanted, but he knew it needed to be done. He still loved his wife—would always love his wife. There was no future for him with anyone else.
“I was out of line. I’m sorry.” He paused. “I still love my wife, Megan. Nothing can happen between the two of us.”
She was quiet for several seconds, and then he saw her press her lips together and straighten her shoulders. “Why?”
Paul looked at her with slight disbelief. “Did you miss the part about me still loving my wife?”
“No. I
Paul took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”
She paled. “You’re sorry?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Megan felt sick to her stomach, and she saw something flash across his face before he schooled his features. “You remembered?”
Paul shook his head. “No. And I’m sorry about that, too. I can’t tell you the last time I blacked out like that from drinking too much. It shouldn’t have happened, and I’m sorry.”
The churning in Megan’s belly subsided a little, but anxiety rapidly took up residence. “So you don’t remember what happened?”
She said it more to herself than to him, but he answered her anyway. “No.”
Megan swallowed and pushed herself off the wall, walking toward him. He watched her with an eagle eye. She knew he was wondering what she was doing, and to be honest, she was wondering the same thing herself.
When she came to a stop in front of him, she stood closer than they’d ever been before, with only one exception. He looked down at her, and she hoped he liked the view that included a nice display of the tops of her breasts. Just thinking about Paul and her breasts together brought back the memory of his hands and mouth on them. Her body heated at the memory.
Licking her lips, she searched his eyes for any recollection. “You kissed me.”
His eyes grew wide with shock, and he tensed. Other than that, he didn’t react in any way to her bombshell.
Megan decided to push the envelope a little by filling in the gaps for him. She wanted to touch Paul, but she was afraid it would spook him. “I heard a noise, so I went to check on you. You’d bumped into the dresser, and almost knocked the television over, so I helped you to the bed.”
The vein in his throat pulsed rapidly, but he remained silent.
“You don’t remember any of this?”
“No.” It sounded as if it were a struggle for him to say that one word.
She sighed and reached up to touch his face. Paul leaned back, evading her hand. Megan tried to hide how much that hurt, but she knew he saw it anyway.
Before she could regain her equilibrium, Paul sidestepped her, putting some distance between them. She wanted to grab hold of his arm, and pull him back to her, but she didn’t. It would have been too much to ask for him to take her in his arms and pick up where they’d left off.
He’d kissed her? That was impossible. But even as that thought crossed his mind, Paul knew she was telling the truth. Once again, the sight of Megan perched above him filled his mind. This time, it took on a whole new context.
Megan wasn’t lying.
Paul flexed his fingers, unsure what to do with himself. He was in uncharted territory. This wasn’t like the woman he’d picked up in that club four years ago. He knew Megan. She lived in his house, for crying out loud. It wasn’t as if he could up and leave.
Chancing a look at Megan, he could see the hurt in her eyes. He could tell she was trying to hide it, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. He felt like a cad. She’d said he’d kissed her, not the other way around. He’d initiated the kiss. He’d changed things between them. It was his fault.
He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before opening them again. Megan looked so small as she stood there in his kitchen in her shorts and tank top. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, as he knew what he said next would hurt her. It was the last thing he wanted, but he knew it needed to be done. He still loved his wife—would always love his wife. There was no future for him with anyone else.
“I was out of line. I’m sorry.” He paused. “I still love my wife, Megan. Nothing can happen between the two of us.”
She was quiet for several seconds, and then he saw her press her lips together and straighten her shoulders. “Why?”
Paul looked at her with slight disbelief. “Did you miss the part about me still loving my wife?”
“No. I
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