“Especially when it comes to your pussy.”
She grabbed my mouth, laughing. “No more dirty talk.”
When she lifted her hand, I demanded, “Then you’re going to have to sit on my face.”
Before she could object, I placed her where I wanted her. On my mouth. For the next hour, I ate her for breakfast and then made love to her again, unable to get enough of her. It was always like this between us, and I loved the fact that our connection was still intact.
If anything, it was better, more intense.
I took a shower, grabbed an overnight bag and filled it with a couple of things, while Sophie went to get Ben from the neighbor’s house. Now that I was alone, I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. Sitting on the edge of the bed by the nightstand, I waited for her to pick up.
“Hey, you,” she answered.
The guilt I felt was eating me alive, but I had to put a stop to this.
After all these years, it was time.
* * *
—Sophie—
* * *
I walked back to the house with Ben.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes! What did you and Dad do without me?”
I ruffled his hair. “We missed you terribly.”
He nodded. “I know, I’m a missable man.”
“You are. Now what would my missable man like for breakfast?”
“French toast!”
“Coming right up.”
I made extra French toast for Jax, and while Ben was eating, I brought it up to our bedroom to him.
Once I was at the door, I opened my mouth to call out his name, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard him say into his phone, “I can’t do this anymore, Evie. We need to talk.”
Instantly, I hid behind the door with my heart pounding profusely in my chest.
Who’s Evie?
“I’ll be in town this afternoon. Can you meet me in my hotel room? I can call the concierge on my way to the flight and tell them you need a key.”
My hand flew to my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I’ll see you soon.”
Is this what dying feels like?
But it wasn’t until he stated, “Yeah, I love you too,” that I truly spiraled.
How could you be so stupid?