When you wouldn’t let her give it to me, I made her send you mine.”
“What are you talking about? Jacey never asked me if she could give you my number. I didn’t even talk to her until this morning, Jack. I’ve been busy.”
“What?”
“Jacey told you she gave me your number?”
“Yeah,” he said and looked incredibly pissed.
She tossed her phone to him. “Check the contacts. You’re not there. I got one text from Jacey. It’s still on there. I honestly was busy and didn’t get a chance to talk to her until this morning. What are you doing?” she asked as his fingers moved over the keyboard on her phone.
“Putting my number in your contacts,” he said and tossed it back to her.
“You put yourself down as my ICE contact,” she said, glancing up from reading what he’d put in her phone.
“Boyfriends, spouses, significant others are usually the emergency contact,” he said, staring at her.
“None of which you are,” she said softly. “We had sex. You left. Then I left. End of story.” And shit, it just dawned on her that she hadn’t changed her sheets before leaving. Her bed was going to smell like sex and Jack. Neither of which would allow her to take a nap.
“You don’t just have sex, Dee,” he stated.
“I did with—”
“Don’t bring the gay guy into this,” he snapped at her. “You didn’t just have sex with me. Not with me. Your heart is in your eyes, Dee. I know that I mean more than just sex to you. That night was about more than scratching an itch you’ve had for a long time.”
She looked down at her feet, over to the window, anywhere but at him. “Why are you doing this, Jack? What do you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
“Fine,” she snapped. He wanted the truth then he could have it. “Yeah, I’ve loved you in one way or another almost my entire life. As a brother, a friend, a hero, a guy I fantasized about. And the night we spent together, on that couch, on my bed was the most amazing night of my life. I’ve kicked myself a million times for falling asleep and not having you again. But I did and you left. You left with no goodbyes, no note, no message of any kind. End of story.”
“Not the end of story,” he said, coming up to stand in front of her and forcing her to look up at him. “I left,” he snorted, shaking his head. “Hell, I ran. You terrified me.”
“Yeah, I can see how intimidating I would be to you,” she said. “All five feet, three inches of me.”
“You looked at me with stars in your eyes, with visions of happily ever after stamped all over you, and it scared the hell out of me,” he confessed. “So I ran.”
“I would have been happy with a morning after that hadn’t included waking up alone,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just going to clear my head and then I promise, I was coming back. But by the time I got back you were already gone.”
“You came back?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I was too late.”
“I had a plane to catch.”
“I didn’t know that,” he said. “We didn’t exactly spend a lot of time talking that night.”
She blushed, could feel it washing up her chest to cover her face in a blanket of red.
“We were a little busy doing other things.”
“What were you going to do?” Dee asked.
“What?”
“You ran. But you came back. Why? What were you going to do? Say?”
“I couldn’t stay away. The smell of you was all over me, of you and the amazing sex we’d had. Every breath I took made me think of you, your skin, your smile and that wicked mouth of yours.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I realized something.”
“What was that?”
“That you’d done what no one else had ever done. You made me feel something.” He cupped her face and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I won’t lie to you and say that I love you. Because, honestly, I don’t know. I do know that I want to be with you. This week without you has been
“What are you talking about? Jacey never asked me if she could give you my number. I didn’t even talk to her until this morning, Jack. I’ve been busy.”
“What?”
“Jacey told you she gave me your number?”
“Yeah,” he said and looked incredibly pissed.
She tossed her phone to him. “Check the contacts. You’re not there. I got one text from Jacey. It’s still on there. I honestly was busy and didn’t get a chance to talk to her until this morning. What are you doing?” she asked as his fingers moved over the keyboard on her phone.
“Putting my number in your contacts,” he said and tossed it back to her.
“You put yourself down as my ICE contact,” she said, glancing up from reading what he’d put in her phone.
“Boyfriends, spouses, significant others are usually the emergency contact,” he said, staring at her.
“None of which you are,” she said softly. “We had sex. You left. Then I left. End of story.” And shit, it just dawned on her that she hadn’t changed her sheets before leaving. Her bed was going to smell like sex and Jack. Neither of which would allow her to take a nap.
“You don’t just have sex, Dee,” he stated.
“I did with—”
“Don’t bring the gay guy into this,” he snapped at her. “You didn’t just have sex with me. Not with me. Your heart is in your eyes, Dee. I know that I mean more than just sex to you. That night was about more than scratching an itch you’ve had for a long time.”
She looked down at her feet, over to the window, anywhere but at him. “Why are you doing this, Jack? What do you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
“Fine,” she snapped. He wanted the truth then he could have it. “Yeah, I’ve loved you in one way or another almost my entire life. As a brother, a friend, a hero, a guy I fantasized about. And the night we spent together, on that couch, on my bed was the most amazing night of my life. I’ve kicked myself a million times for falling asleep and not having you again. But I did and you left. You left with no goodbyes, no note, no message of any kind. End of story.”
“Not the end of story,” he said, coming up to stand in front of her and forcing her to look up at him. “I left,” he snorted, shaking his head. “Hell, I ran. You terrified me.”
“Yeah, I can see how intimidating I would be to you,” she said. “All five feet, three inches of me.”
“You looked at me with stars in your eyes, with visions of happily ever after stamped all over you, and it scared the hell out of me,” he confessed. “So I ran.”
“I would have been happy with a morning after that hadn’t included waking up alone,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just going to clear my head and then I promise, I was coming back. But by the time I got back you were already gone.”
“You came back?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I was too late.”
“I had a plane to catch.”
“I didn’t know that,” he said. “We didn’t exactly spend a lot of time talking that night.”
She blushed, could feel it washing up her chest to cover her face in a blanket of red.
“We were a little busy doing other things.”
“What were you going to do?” Dee asked.
“What?”
“You ran. But you came back. Why? What were you going to do? Say?”
“I couldn’t stay away. The smell of you was all over me, of you and the amazing sex we’d had. Every breath I took made me think of you, your skin, your smile and that wicked mouth of yours.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I realized something.”
“What was that?”
“That you’d done what no one else had ever done. You made me feel something.” He cupped her face and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I won’t lie to you and say that I love you. Because, honestly, I don’t know. I do know that I want to be with you. This week without you has been
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