Page 33 of Unwrapped
He rubs his jaw. “Politician is a good one. I mean, I probably would’ve chosen organic chemistry, myself. Fuck that shit, am I right?” He glances at me. “So, did the headboard damage the wall?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shoot him a glare instead of answering. Camille hides her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed. I’m not the slightest bit ashamed of what happened. I am, however, annoyed he overheard us. Her moans are for my ears only.
He motions between us. “So, you guys are a thing now?”
I step closer to him. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Of course not.” His gaze locks on to mine. “But I can think of a few people who will.”
Mood Music: “Fearless” (Taylor’s version) by Taylor Swift
“Do you think I’m a shitty person?” I gnaw my lower lip and glance at Lena, who’s seated on the edge of her bed, towel-drying her hair.
She flips her wet tresses back and meets my gaze. “Absolutely not. You’re both single, consenting adults. What you do behind closed doors is your business.”
“Unless someone overhears the entire thing.”
Mortified, I retreated to my room after the Hudson encounter. Dean wanted to come with me, but I told him I needed time to think. I dozed off, exhausted from our vigorous sex, and more than a little emotionally drained. I’m not sure how long I slept, but I didn’t wake until Lena came into the room after everyone got back from the slopes. Of course, sheimmediatelyknew something was wrong and dragged it out of me in typical Lena fashion.
“Well, there’sthat.” She laughs. “But I don’t think Hudson’s the type to spread shit around. I mean, I just met him, but he seems like a good guy.”
“True.” Sighing, I flop back onto my bed. “But what about Ryan?”
“What about him?”
“They’re family.Twins, Lena.”
“Listen to me. That man cheated on you and caused you to fail your board exam. You don’t owe him any courtesy.”
“I know, but I just don’t want to cause any problems for Dean.”
“Well, realistically, therewillbe some fallout. You need to prepare yourself for that, but you should also remember his family ties are not your problem. It’s somethingheneeds to come to terms with.” Her eyes meet mine. “If he’s a smart man, he won’t walk away from you again.”
“He lives in Boston,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself in a hug.
“Would you ever consider moving?”
“I don’t know.” I hug myself tighter. “I mean, I already started over three years ago. Yeah, my job sucks my soul, but I’m finally making friends and feeling at home in my apartment.”
“Maybe try the long-distance thing?”
“But then we can’t, you know,betogether.”
“Does your bond go deeper than sex?”
“Absolutely.” At least itdid, back when we were friends in college. Now, I’m not so sure. We’ve only been reunited for one day. It will take much more than that to erase a decade of hurt.
She sets her towel aside with a shrug. “Then you find a way to make it work.”
“Yeah,” I say lamely, as doubts and fears swirl in my head. “How do you and Marc keep things exciting with him traveling so much?”
“Please don’t use us as an example.”
I tilt my head to the side at her hollow tone. “But you’ve been together a few years, and now you’re engaged—”
“We haven’t had sex in close to a year.” She stares at her ring sadly.
“Seriously?”
