Текст книги "Cherished"

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I woke up to the sound of Scott calling out for me, begging me to come home. I looked around the plane and grabbed my stomach. I felt so sick. This just didn’t feel right, running away like this, but I couldn’t chance seeing him.

Oh god, Scott, why? Why did you sleep with her? Drunk or not…how could you hurt me like this?

After the long flight, I was finally walking up to my cabana. I couldn’t help but smile at the thatched roof. The view to the ocean was breathtaking.

Scott would love it here. I felt tears coming again.

Scott had been asking me so many questions about what I wanted to do when we got married. He’d asked if I wanted a big wedding with lots of guests or a small one with just family and where my dream honeymoon would be. I had told him I always wanted to go to Belize. Belize would be my dream honeymoon, and here I was, standing outside a beautiful cabana. I was all alone and totally heartbroken, feeling like I was flying in a free fall.

I took a deep breath and made my way up onto the small porch that looked out to the ocean. I glanced over to the beach and saw a man around my age walking alone. I wasn’t sure why I stopped and watched him, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. He looked up, and our eyes caught. I tried to smile as I gave him a wave, but he must have been able to tell that I’d been crying. He frowned and then smiled as he continued along the beach.

I turned and opened the door. I walked into the room where I was planning on spending the next few weeks…alone. I just needed time to sort through things and figure out what I was going to do now that I wouldn’t be buying the vet clinic in Mason.

Where will I go? What will I do?

I sat at the small table for two at the Mesa Café and waited on my shrimp burger. I’d tried to call my father’s house to let him know I was okay, but I couldn’t get the stupid phone in my room to work. I just hoped that Amanda and Brad had let everyone know that they had seen me. I didn’t want my dad to worry about me.

Oh shit…he’s going to kill me for running off and not telling him where I was going. Double fuck!

“Long time no see.”

I looked up and saw the same man I’d seen earlier walking on the beach. He was peeking down at me with a drop-dead gorgeous smile. I couldn’t help but notice those deep green eyes, and his dark brown hair had that perfect messy look to it. I smiled back and nodded.

“Hi, um…I just got here today, so you’re actually the first person I’ve talked to…well, besides the hotel staff and the waitress here.” I let out a giggle.

Oh, for the love of God, what is wrong with me? I just made an ass of myself.

He glanced down at the empty chair and lifted his eyebrows. “Tell me why a beautiful woman, such as yourself, is here alone.”

My smile slowly faded before I managed another weak smile. “It’s a long story.”

He nodded and said, “Mending a broken heart?”

My mouth dropped open, and I just stared at him. Am I that obvious? “Um…”

He started laughing. “Don’t be too shocked, love. I’m here for the same reason.”

I lifted my eyebrows with a questioning look.

“Yep. I was left at the altar…literally. I was standing there, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. She never made it, and I was left with two plane tickets to Belize and a broken heart bigger than the size of Texas. So, what else could I do? I made the trip with my best friend. He just left yesterday.”

“I’m so sorry. That must have really hurt. I’m glad your friend was able to make the trip with you though. Did y’all at least get to have fun while he was here?”

He smiled. “Oh, hell yeah. It was nothing but getting drunk and then waking up the next day to go sightseeing before getting drunk again. That was our routine for two weeks. By the way”—he extended his hand out to me—“the name is Trey Walker.”

I placed my hand in his and smiled. “Jessie Rhodes. And yes, I’m mending a broken heart, but I’m not really ready to talk about it, so…”

Trey held up his hands and smiled bigger. I wasn’t sure what made me do it, but the next thing I knew, I was inviting him to sit and have dinner with me. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to him. I actually laughed a few times. I also found out that he was a lawyer from Dallas, Texas.

Huh…I would have never pegged him as a lawyer.

“You’ve got to have the key lime pie gelato. Oh man, it’s to die for.”

I smiled. “Share it with me?”

“I was hoping you’d suggest that,” he said with a silly grin.

My stomach did a funny little dip. What in the hell was that?

I instantly felt guilty for even having dinner with Trey, and now, we were going to share a dessert. Then, I closed my eyes and saw Chelsea riding Scott, like the whore that she was, and I quickly pushed those feelings aside.

Besides, the last thing I wanted was another relationship. Men sucked.

Trey was telling me how he and his best friend had ended up falling off a pier a few days ago, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how animated he was. It was so nice to finally not think about what had happened to me. To be able to laugh felt so good.

“Sounds like y’all had an interesting few days,” I said.

Trey nodded his head and smiled. “May I walk you back to your cabana?”

For a few seconds, the guilt from wanting him to walk me back filled my whole body until I quickly pushed it aside.

“Yes, I’d love that. Thank you.”

As I walked up to my cabana, I turned to face Trey. “How much longer are you here for?” I asked.

He let out a long sigh. “I’m not sure. I’m, uh…I’m kind of afraid to go back, so I took a leave of absence. I’m thinking maybe another two months. I love the lifestyle down here. I just need…time. Does that make sense?”

I caught my breath because I felt the same way. I slowly nodded as I bit down on my lower lip. He reached up and pulled it out of my teeth.

There goes those butterflies again. I smiled and felt my face blush.

“Trey, I’m not looking to…you know.” I peeked up at him.

When my eyes caught his, I swore his eyes twinkled.

He gave me the cutest crooked smile and let out a small laugh. “Believe me, love, I’m not interested in a relationship either…but since we’re both here, we might as well enjoy each other’s company. How about I show you around tomorrow?”

I smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

He took a step backward and gave me a thumbs-up. “It’s a planned event then—not a date but a planned event.”

I let out a giggle. “Sounds great. What time should I expect you?”

“Eight thirty. We have a ton to see.”

We said our good-byes, and then I walked into my empty cabana. I leaned back against the door and smiled. There was something about Trey that just made me feel comfortable. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he made me feel…happy.

I’m not going to feel guilty. If being friends with Trey will make me feel better and forget about the hurt for a few hours, then so be it.

I started stripping out of my clothes, and then I put on a T-shirt. After I sat on the bed, I pulled my knees up and set my chin on them as I listened to the sound of the ocean. I couldn’t help but think of Scott. God, I miss his touch already. I missed his breath on my neck as he would whisper how much he loved me and only wanted me. I put my hand up to my neck and could almost feel the warmth. I took a deep breath and let it out as I lay down.

After four hours of just lying there, I finally fell asleep. I dreamed of Scott walking along the beach with me. We were holding hands…and then someone came up behind us and pulled our hands apart. When I turned around to see who it was, I saw deep green eyes looking into mine.

I sat up quickly in bed and looked at the clock. It was eight on the dot.

“Shit!” I jumped up and started getting ready.

For ten minutes, I tried to get my hair to look decent before I ended up pulling it into a ponytail.

Shit, I never called anyone. I made a mental note to look for a cell phone.

I quickly walked up to the lobby of the hotel and noticed a pay phone. I had to laugh. I hadn’t seen one of those in years. I pulled out my credit card and hit zero. I gave the operator my credit card number and Amanda and Brad’s phone number. I didn’t think I could talk to my father just yet. The call was full of static, but I heard Amanda answer.

“Amanda! Hey, it’s Jessie.”

“Jessie! Thank God! Scott’s…insane…mistake…Chelsea…Bryce.”

“Wait—what are you saying, Amanda? I have a terrible connection. I’m only getting every other word. Can you hear me?”

“Yes! You…come…quickly…he’s…bad.”

“Okay…sweetie, I can’t understand you, but listen, I hope you can hear me. I’m fine. I’m going to stay here for about three weeks. Please let my dad and brothers know that I’m okay…Scott, too, I guess…if he even cares.”

“No! Please…Scott…he…talk…right away.”

“Ugh…Amanda, this connection is driving me nuts. I’ll give you a call in about a week or so. Tell Gunner I’m praying for Gramps. Bye, sweetie!”

“Wait!”

I hung up the phone. There was no sense in trying to piece together the conversation. I glanced up at the clock to see it was eight thirty.

Oh shit! Trey!

Right as I made it back to my cabana, I saw Trey walking up with the biggest smile on his face.

“Are you ready to see the sights of Ambergris Caye?”

Seeing him instantly made me feel better. All thoughts of Scott were pushed aside as I looked into the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen.

I nodded and smiled. “Yep, let’s do this!”

Trey held out his arm, and I took it as we made our way into town. Only about one minute into our walk, and I was already laughing my ass off.

Oh yeah…Trey is just what the doctor ordered for me to forget about Scott.

“Sir, believe me, I understand your frustration. But if Ms. Rhodes is not a missing person and you don’t have a warrant, there is no way I can look at the security cameras to see what airplane she got on. Do you know how many cameras we have? Or how long that would even take?” the Austin-Bergstrom security manager said.

I nodded. “I understand. I’m just desperate. I need to find her before I lose my mind.”

“I wish I could be of more help to you, sir. Do you share a credit card with her? She might have charged the ticket.”

I shook my head. “No, she only has one credit card, and it’s in her name, so I can’t check it. Thank you so much for your help. Have a good day.”

As I walked out of the airport, my cell started ringing. I didn’t even want to answer it. When Brad had called me yesterday and told me he’d brought Jessie to the airport, my heart had broken all over again. I couldn’t believe she had been mad enough to get on a plane and leave.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket to see that it was Amanda calling.

“Amanda! Have you heard from her?”

“Yes! Oh my god, she just called me, Scott! I could hear her, but she said she was only getting every other word of what I was saying. I tried telling her that it wasn’t you and that it was Bryce, but I don’t think she got any of it.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. “Did she say where she was?”

Please, God…please let me find her.

Amanda paused for the longest time, and I already knew the answer before she started talking again.

“No. I’m so sorry, Scott. The number didn’t show up either. She only said she was okay and would be staying about three weeks.”

“Three weeks!” I stopped and had to lean over. I. Can’t. Breathe.

“Scott? Scott, are you okay? Scott…please say something,” Amanda pleaded.

“I can’t talk right now. If she calls again, please try to find out where she is.”

“Of course I will, Scott. Don’t worry. When she comes back, she’ll find out the truth, and it won’t be long before she’s back in your arms.”

I tried to talk, but nothing would come out. I just hit End to disconnect the call. I walked back to my truck and slowly crawled in. My legs were like iron. My chest hurt, and it felt like someone was sitting on it.

Three weeks? Jessie, please don’t do this to me. I need you.

I sat at Gunner’s kitchen table and watched Ellie moving around while she made homemade marinara sauce. Every now and then, she would look at me and smile.

I couldn’t go home. It had been a week since Jessie left, and I’d only been home once. I had asked Bryce and Jeff to get rid of my bed. I was going to buy a new one. There was no way I’d ever sleep in that bed…or let Jessie sleep in it. That is, if she ever comes back. I’d noticed that Doc had put the vet clinic back up for sale. Jessie had left a message for him, saying that she was no longer interested in buying the practice.

Please just call me, Jessie.

Fuck! If she would just call me…

Ellie sat down and reached for my hands. The moment I felt her hands touch mine, I jerked.

Ellie jumped and let out a giggle. “Holy hell, Scott, you scared the shit out of me.”

I smiled at her. She was so sweet. I kept noticing how she would place her hand on her stomach. Gunner was beyond happy that Gramps was okay and home and that Ellie was having a pretty easy pregnancy so far. She’d hardly had any morning sickness. My smile slowly faded as I thought of Jessie and how much I wanted to have children with her.

“Ells…I miss her so much. I have such a bad feeling, and I can’t shake it. What if she meets someone else? What if she doesn’t believe me when I tell her it wasn’t me? Oh god…what if I never see her again? I want to marry her and have children with her. I don’t want anyone else, Ellie. I only want her.”

I couldn’t believe what a pussy I’d been during the last week, so I wasn’t surprised when I started crying again. My whole world felt like someone had just ripped it apart.

“Scott, I know you’re worried about her and things seem like they are really bad right now, but in her mind, she thinks she saw you and Chelsea having sex. That probably really upset her beyond belief. She just needs time…that’s all. Just be patient, and wait for her, sweets. She’s going to come back, Scott, because I know how much she loves you.”

I shook my head. “If she thinks I cheated, Ellie…she’s not going to forgive me. I know her, and the last time I walked away from her for Chelsea, it devastated her.”

I looked up when I saw the back door of the kitchen open. Gunner walked in with Jeff, and they both gave me that look. Everyone was feeling sorry for me, and I wasn’t helping anyone by sitting here and moping.

“Hey, dude. How are you doing?” Jeff asked as he reached out and shook my hand.

“I feel like someone keeps punching me in the gut.” I let out a small laugh.

“Ari made your favorite dessert—apple pie. She’s bringing it over tonight for dinner.” Jeff gave me a weak smile.

Everyone was going to come over to Gunner and Ells’s place for dinner to celebrate Gramps being okay. Even Josh, Heather, and the twins would be here. Everyone would be here.

Except for Jessie.

I smiled and tried to look as happy as I could even though I was slowly dying inside. I was supposed to head to Kentucky to look at a horse today, but I’d called and told them I would have to come in a few weeks. There was no way I was leaving and missing Jessie if she decided to come back early.

Gunner walked up to me. “You need to take a ride. Get some fresh air, Scott. You look like shit.”

“Gunner!” Ellie said as she punched him on the arm.

I threw my head back and laughed. “Leave it to you to keep it real, Gunner.” I stood up and smiled. “I think a ride is exactly what I need—open space to clear my thoughts. You need me to check on anything while I’m out?”

Gunner looked over toward Jeff.

“You know, the south pasture fence line hasn’t been checked on in a few days. Would you mind?” Jeff asked.

“Done!” I said as I hit Jeff on the back.

I made my way out and down to Gunner and Ellie’s barn. When I stepped inside, six horses all turned and looked at me, each pleading with me to pick them.

I smiled as I made my way to Rose. “Hey, beautiful. You ready to go for a run, girl? Just you and me…and the open sky.”

She started bobbing her head up and down, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Once I had her saddled up and out of the barn, she was practically begging to run. We walked a little ways until I came to an open pasture. All it took was one squeeze of my legs, and she was off in a full run. The feel of her running under me with the wind in my hair was exactly what I needed.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d let Rose run, but she ended up stopping on her own. I jumped off and walked her up to the river to let her get a drink. I sat on the bank of the river while Rose patiently stood by and waited.

I fell back and looked up at the blue sky. I let out a scream, and I was pretty sure I sounded like a girl, but I didn’t care. I needed to get it out. It was either that or beat Bryce’s ass. I couldn’t even think of looking at Chelsea. I hated her more than ever now.

“Jessie, baby, please come home to me. I’m hurting so bad without you. I can hardly breathe with you being gone. I love you, baby. Please…”

I lay there for a few good minutes, just staring up at the blue sky, willing Jessie to come back to me. As I prayed for her to come back to me, I fought the sick feeling in my stomach that I hadn’t been able to shake for the last week.

I had the strangest feeling that I was losing her…and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

I couldn’t pull my eyes from the sky. It was so blue and beautiful, and it just held my gaze. I closed my eyes, and then I quickly opened them. Every time I closed my eyes, I would either hear Scott or see his smile.

I felt something cold dripping on my stomach, and I sat up quickly. Trey was holding a beer over me, laughing.

“Damn you! That’s cold, you ass!” I said as I swatted at his leg.

He jumped and laughed. He sat down next to me and let out a long sigh. I glanced over and watched him take a drink of his beer. I smiled and shook my head. Trey and I had spent practically every waking moment together, touring the island. We had taken a hike yesterday, and I’d ended up throwing up twice. The guide had said that I was probably just not used to the salt air. I’d been feeling like the flu was coming on for the last two days.

Trey bumped my shoulder and smiled at me.

Shit! There goes that damn dizzy feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t even sure why Trey was having such an effect on me. I was clearly only interested in a friendship, but I was slowly starting to think that he was hoping for more from me. Last night, he’d leaned down to kiss me good-bye, but I’d turned away.

“You look amazing in that bathing suit. Have I told you that?” he asked with a wink.

I let out a giggle. “Yes. Yes, you have, Trey—about four times now.”

“Can’t blame a guy, Jessie. You’ve got two really good things going for you.”

I took a drink of my beer. “Oh yeah? What are they?”

“Well, for one, you’re from Texas. And the other one is that you have an amazing fucking body.”

I felt the blush move up my cheeks, and I actually had a moment of need between my legs. Oh god. Jessie, what’s wrong with you? Friends. Trey is only a friend.

I quickly turned away before he could read my eyes. I looked out toward the water. “Well, thank you so much for that compliment. So, what are the plans for this evening?”

He fell back onto his elbows, and when I glanced at him, our eyes met. His eyes were full of lust. At least to me, they looked like that. I slowly turned away again and downed my beer.

“Well, my love, I actually think you need some rest. We’ve been going and blowing way too much with all the hikes and tours, and it’s taking a toll on you.”

I nodded in agreement. “I think you’re right. I’m so tired, and honestly, I don’t feel very well. I thought lying out here in the sun would make me feel better, but it kind of makes it worse.”

Trey sat up and peeked over at me. “Maybe you should go in and take a nap. I’ll take care of all of this.”

Oh man, a nap sounds like heaven right about now. I’d been having such a hard time sleeping. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was making a mistake by staying away for so long, but I just brushed it off as wanting to see Scott.

“You know what? A nap sounds like a great idea. Will you make sure I’m up in time for dinner?” I asked with a wink.

Trey smiled as he stood up and held out his hand. “You better believe I will.”

As he helped me up, I started to feel dizzy, but I didn’t say anything. Just as I was about to turn and make my way to the cabana, I felt like I was going to faint.

“Um…Trey…I don’t feel right…”

The next thing I knew, Trey was carrying me in through the door and laying me down on the bed.

He ran to the sink and wet a washcloth. He came back and placed it on my forehead. “Jesus, babe, you’re burning up. Maybe I should call a doctor?”

“No. No, I just need rest. Please…just let me rest.”

“Jess, maybe I shouldn’t leave you alone.”

“No, really, it’s okay. Just go clean up and come back in a few hours. I promise, I’ll be fine.”

Trey stood and shook his head. “Damn stubborn girl. Alright, but don’t get up. Just rest. Do you hear me?”

I smiled. “Yes, dad.”

It didn’t take long before I was drifting off to sleep and was dreaming.

I was walking up to the river, and I saw a man standing there. He was holding something in his hand. The closer I got, the more the image became clear. Someone was next to him. It was a young child. I called out for them, and as the man turned around, I sucked in a breath of air.

Scott.

Hey, baby, we’ve been waiting for you to come back to us.

I glanced down and looked at the beautiful little girl holding Scott’s hand. She had curly blonde hair, and her smile was exactly like Scott’s. I smiled as I looked back up at Scott, but he was starting to fade away. The little girl started calling out for him to stay, but he kept fading away. She pulled on my shirt, and I looked down at her to see a tear trailing down her face.

Why did you leave him without talking to him first? You killed him. You killed him by leaving him all alone.

My eyes instantly flew open. Holy fuck!

I sat up quickly and instantly felt sick to my stomach again. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was puking. I sat on the cold floor and leaned up against the wall. I put my head on my knees, and I felt the sweat just pouring off of me.

Oh my god. What in the hell kind of dream was that? What did I eat that’s making me so sick?

I just sat there and thought about the dream I’d just had.

Who was the little girl? Why did she tell me I killed Scott? What did she say? I should have talked to him first? What if…what if what I saw wasn’t really what happened? Maybe…

Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Jessie. You saw Chelsea fucking Scott…in his bed. I closed my eyes and felt tears stinging them. I never actually saw Scott though…but I heard him call out after me.

I hate that bitch more than the air I breathe. I hate Scott for doing this to me again. I started crying. Fuck, I’m so sick of crying. I just want to forget. I need to forget!

I heard a knock on the door, and I figured it was Trey as I stood. I quickly rinsed out my mouth with mouthwash and then splashed water on my face.

I headed toward the door and opened it. Trey was holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with that sweet smile of his.

I smiled back. “So much better now that you’re here.”

Trey’s smile faded for a brief moment as he took a step closer to me. I instantly felt the heat between us as he reached his hand up and placed it on the side of my face. It was nothing like when Scott touched me though. When Scott touched me, my whole body would shiver. But Trey’s touch…helped me to forget…even if just for a moment.

“Jessie…you’re so beautiful.”

I closed my eyes and saw Scott. I snapped them open, and before I knew it, I was walking into Trey’s arms. He gently began kissing me, and he let out a small moan, which caused me to open my mouth to him. Our tongues began exploring each other as he brought me closer to him. He pulled slightly away from my lips.

I whispered, “Trey…help me forget. Please help me forget him.”

As he slammed his lips to mine, I felt his erection pushing into my stomach. I ran my hands up and into his hair. I gave it a hard tug, causing him to let out another moan. He slowly reached down and picked me up. He carried me over to my bed. As he gently laid me down on the bed, I started to panic.

What in the hell am I doing? I need to stop this now.

Trey moved his hand up my shirt. He slipped it under my bra and started playing with my nipple.

Oh god…that feels so good, but fuck, my breasts hurt like a son of a bitch.

I let out a moan as he moved his hand down. He started to unbutton my shorts.

Stop this, Jessie. You don’t want to do this.

Ah…feels…so…good.

The moment he slipped his fingers inside me, I almost came undone.

He stopped kissing me. “My god, Jessie…you’re soaking wet, love. I just want to bury myself in you.”

He started kissing me again, but this time, our kissing turned frantic. It was almost like if we stopped, we knew we wouldn’t start again. He quickly moved and started taking off my shorts and panties. He licked his lips as he looked at me. I quickly sat up and pulled off my shirt as he pushed my bra up and over my breasts.

I need to forget…I just need to forget him.

Trey slowly bent down and started kissing me again as he moved his hand and placed his fingers inside me.

“Ah…” I cried out as I felt the pressure building inside me.

“Jesus…I just want to fuck you.”

I closed my eyes and held back the tears. That’s what we’d be doing—fucking, not making love. We’d be fucking the people who hurt us out of our heads for just a few brief moments.

He started fucking me with his fingers as his thumb began its assault on my clit. It wasn’t going to take long now before I just fell apart.

“That’s it, love…let it go. Let me make you forget all about him. Let me in, and I’ll make you forget all about everything.”

I looked away and over toward the window, out to the ocean. My mind drifted away from what was happening, and all I could think about was Scott. Then, I saw the moon in the sky, and I heard Scott’s voice.

I love you to the moon and back.

He’d said it to me all the time, and that was all I could hear now, over and over in my head.

I love you to the moon and back, Jessie—always.

No…no…something about this feels all wrong. I can’t do this. Stop! Please stop!

I looked back at Trey as he was sucking on one of my overly sensitive nipples. Jesus, it feels so good but so wrong at the same time.

I began pushing him away. “Stop. Please stop, Trey.”

He stopped moving his fingers and looked up at me. “Jessie…please let me do this for you.”

I shook my head, and I felt tears falling down my face. “I can’t do this. I need you to get off of me, please.”

Trey immediately jumped up and turned away. I quickly pulled my bra down and reached for my panties. I slipped them on, and then I began putting on my shorts and shirt as I looked at Trey pacing back and forth. He was breathing so heavily, and I knew what I had just done was such a shit-ass thing to do.

When I walked up and touched him on the shoulder, he jumped.

“Please don’t touch me. It’s taking everything I have not to try and convince you to let me make love to you, so please don’t touch me.”

“I’m so sorry, Trey. I thought I wanted to…but I can’t. It just feels so wrong. I still love him.”

Trey spun around and looked at me. “What? After you caught him fucking his ex, you can stand here and say you still love him?”

I nodded as tears began to fall harder. “I can’t help what my heart feels. I just…I love him so much, and I…I need more time.”

He ran his hands through his hair and let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Jessie…I know you only want to be friends, and I’m trying…really, I’m trying, but I want to be honest with you. I think I’m falling for you, and I want to move this on to something other than friendship.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. “Trey…I just…I can’t—at least, not right now.”

He slowly smiled. “Well, I guess that’s better than a flat-out no.”

I tried to smile, but I could only manage a weak grin. “Yeah, I guess,” I said. I turned and looked down at the necklace Scott had given me right before all hell had broken loose. I reached down, picked it up, and held it in my hand.

“I’ll take it, and I’ll be patient, love. I’ll be content with being friends—for now.”

I turned and nodded. “I think I need to eat. I’m feeling a little dizzy again.”

Trey gave me a weak smile as he opened the door and waited for me to walk out.

As we made our way to the restaurant, neither one of us talked. I had the most uncontrollable urge to turn around and take a shower, so I could scrub every inch where Trey had touched me. I didn’t understand why I felt like I did because it wasn’t like I was cheating on anyone. I’d left Scott…because he had been with Chelsea. And now, I was…alone. What had happened between me and Trey still felt so wrong, and the feeling in my stomach only grew worse and worse as the night went on.

Oh, God…please forgive me. What did I just do?