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I think I like him more than a friend.
More than the agreement we came up with.
I like him as a person, as a man.
And I don’t know if I should be elated or terrified.
“Good.” He pulls on the back of his neck. “Listen, Aubree,” he says when his gaze meets mine. Uh-oh, why don’t I like that look in his eyes? Why does it look like he’s about to say somethingI won’t like? Something that might be soul-crushing, especially right after the revelation I had.
“You, uh, you don’t need to say anything.” I stop him because I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to know what’s going through his head. I don’t want to be disappointed and brought down from my high.
“But—”
I press my hands to his lips. “Really, it’s fine. Everything is cool.” I hop off the counter and take a deep breath.Just ignore whatever he was going to say and move on. You don’t let him say that he regrets what happened between us, then you’ll never know.
Simple as that.
I move toward the door and unlock it. “Ready?” I ask as I hold my hand out to him.
He stands there for a minute, contemplating what he wants to do . . . wants to say, but he resigns as he walks up behind me. But instead of taking my outstretched hand, he places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me back to the main stage.
And if that isn’t telling of how he’s feeling, I don’t know what is.
Chapter Sixteen
WYATT
Aubree leans against her headrest, curled in and sleeping while a sober Hayes drives us home.
And as I sit here, I can feel the bunching of Aubree’s thong in my back pocket.
I can still taste her on my tongue.
I can hear her soft moans as she moved closer and closer to her release.
I drag my hand over my face. Fuck, what was I thinking?
I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking at all, and that’s the problem. I let myself get lost in the moment. I took advantage of her drinking, my drinking, and I lost control.
Now . . . fuck, now what am I supposed to do?
How am I supposed to navigate this?
It was one thing to kiss her and get lost in her mouth, but now that I know what her pussy tastes like, what her mouth on my cock feels like, I’m thrumming over here, wanting more.
I want so much more.
I want to know what it feels like to be inside her. I want to see the look on her face when I enter her. I want to feel her contract around my cock when she inevitably comes. I want all of it.
But from the way she cut me off tonight, the casual way she just moved on...She’s always kept her cards close, but this, this I don’t know how to navigate.
And we’re getting married in six days. Fucking married.
This was supposed to be a business transaction, and now it’s turning into something that feels like there’s more to it. It makes me wonder if we should get married at all. Because if I’m having feelings for this girl, should I mess with my heart, a heart that’s already been broken and barely pieced back together? Should I mess with it and marry someone I could see myself falling for?
That doesn’t seem smart.
Because what happens when she doesn’t feel the same way I do? What happens when a year is up, and I’m head over heels in love with her, and she wants a divorce?
