Page 188 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I quickly cover up my breasts with my blankets, even though he spent the night sucking on them, and smile.
“Oh…hi,” I say as I take him all in. Why is he dressed?
He scratches the back of his head, his eyes, locked on me. “Hey,” he says, his voice coming out all scratchy.
“Are you, uh…leaving?”Please say no, please say no.
He thumbs toward the door and says, “Yeah, was going to take off.”
“Oh, sure, yeah.” I worry my lip.
Why is he leaving so early? I thought…well, I thought that maybe we could have spent the morning together.
“Have an early start to the day,” he adds.
A sense of panic hits me as I read his body language. Someone who had an intense night and enjoyed it probably wouldn’t be slowly leaning toward the exit. My assumption would be he’d be cupping my cheek, kissing me, and telling me how much he enjoyed the night before.
Did I read this wrong?All his words of how much he wanted me, of how I was perfect in his arms. Beautiful. Was it all…was this just a drunken night for him?
A way to blow off steam?
Was it all meaningless?
“Of course,” I say, feeling all kinds of awkward. “Work, work, work.”
“Yup, got to love that work,” he replies, looking away.
“So much work,” I say because, oh God, this is awful.
“All the work,” he mumbles.
He’s avoiding me.
I fell asleep last night thinking that what we just shared was the start of something amazing.
And I’ve woken up to the gut-wrenching feeling that I’m the only one who thought that.
Don’t be clingy, Everly.This was probably just one night, and he used all the right words so that you’d feel wooed.Well, it worked.But now, I just feel stupid.Fooled.
A tense silence falls between us as I stare down at my sheets. “Yeah.” Feeling so vulnerable but not wanting him to leave without making sure I didn’t cross a line, I stutter, “I, uh, I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.”
His eyes quickly flash to mine. “No, you didn’t. It was…last night was…phenomenal. Really fucking great.”
Relief washes through me because, yeah, it was great.
Better than great.
It altered me in a way, and I don’t think I can go back to who I was before.
“Yeah, it was.”
“The best,” he says.
“Easily,” I reply.
“Like, my world is different now,” he says, surprising me.Because yes, same, Hardy. Freaking same.Although, somehow, I don’t think he’s being sincere, especially when he says, “Well, I should be going.”
I feel my expression fall because I thought that maybe he would stay. “You don’t, uh…you don’t want any coffee or anything?”
