Page 114 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
“Hey,” he whispers. “Are you okay?”
His hand runs up and down my back, and I shrug. “I just don’t understand how Cal could be such an asshole. He cheated on me,not the other way around, and then he has the nerve to say those horrible things. I sorta hate myself for dating him. I had no idea he was like this.”
“He’s always been two-faced. And his father owns some big car dealership in town, and he’d throw cash at the destruction Winston left in his wake.” Hearing the steady beat of Ben’s heart helps me calm down. “I’m sure it doesn’t help that you and I are together. If you wanted to get his goat, this is the way to do it.”
“I feel like I’ve opened a huge can of worms. Like he’s targeting you now because of me.”
Ben shrugs. “I can handle it.”
I lean back to look at him. “I don’t want you to get in trouble. Promise me you won’t fight him again.”
He’s silent for a stretch, which worries me, but eventually he agrees. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid. You’re right—I need to get a handle on shit so I don’t flip tables. That’s no way to behave. My uncle would have my ass if he found out I got into it with Winston again.”
I’m relieved to hear this, but I can’t shake what happened tonight. I hate that I didn’t ask Cal if he trashed my house.
“Hey.” Ben tilts my chin up and kisses me. “I want you to stop worrying. I can handle it.”
I nod even though I’m scared this is beyond what either of us can control.
