I bet he thinks Jake and I are crazy together. I’ve wanted to ask for a while now, but I don’t want to be the first to break the silence. Jake’s not heading in the direction of home. We’ve been driving for a while, not speaking, with only music for company. And in this moment I’m not really sure which home I’m referring to. Shame and embarrassment course through me. The night that was the start of us.ĭid I subconsciously dance to this song on purpose to hurt him?
My ears instantly become alert to the song playing in the club coming to finish-Beyoncé’s “Sweet Dreams.” The song Jake and I danced to in the club in Copenhagen. “Just seeing you, dancing with him to that song, of all songs.”
I didn’t mean it.” He blows out a breath, and I feel it rush over me, momentarily heating my chilled skin. Wrapping his arms tightly around me, his chest presses up against my back, and his lips are against my ear. “I’m sorry.” He takes hold of me from behind. Without another word or look, I make for the exit. I can’t stop the tears leaking from them. So who’s to say you won’t do the exact same thing to me?” “Out of the two of us, I think I’m the one with more cause for concern-you didn’t exactly have any trouble jumping straight from Will’s bed into mine. “Aside from the girl I found in your bed in Boston.” “I’ve never given you any reason to doubt my faithfulness to you.” Moving away from the wall, he steps closer to me.
“Right where we are but having to find some way for you to be able to cope with my past mistakes.” After a beat, I say, “And if I can’t, where does that leave us?” “I don’t know.” I shake my head, looking down. “Are you ever going to be able to get past this?” he asks. Don’t act like this is a surprise now.” He rubs his face hard. “You knew how I’d lived my life when we got together, Tru. He takes a step back, leaning against the wall. “I want to know if you’ve fucked her too!” “The blonde at the bar I saw you flirting with! Have you shagged her too?” “What about the blonde? Is she one of your office conquests too? Or did you just screw her at the house?” “You make me fucking sick!” I cry, my eyes filling with tears. “Yes.” His tone is low and cold and absolutely heartbreaking. “Have there been that many you’ve screwed in your office that you don’t know who it would be?” “But I got to hear how I’m not good enough for you, and how she was going to go to the label tomorrow to offer her services to you.” They didn’t know I was there,” I add for clarification. “I got to hear the full lowdown while I was sitting on the toilet, about your activities pre-me. It, marred with his anger, makes for a scary-looking Jake.
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