Knocking pierces through the veil of my nightmare. Rubbing my eyes, I roll onto my back, wincing.
“Come in.”
The door opens and Blake steps in, closing it behind him. “Can we talk?”
Sighing, my back throbs, rubbing against the blanket as I scoot over so he can sit. He reaches for my hands, stopping midway, letting his fall onto the bed between us.
He runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “Lily, I’m so sorry.”
“I know. So am I.”
“Tell me how to fix this. I can’t lose you, baby,” he says, his voice cracking at the end.
“If she’s really pregnant, Blake, there’s no fixing this.”
“And if she’s not?”
“Then we’ll find a way.”
“Did you sleep with Dresden last night just to get back at me,” he blurts out, venom coloring his tone.
I grit my teeth. I’m going to punch Dresden in the damn face.
“No. It just . . . happened. I shouldn’t have, we both know that.”
“I wanted to punch him in the mouth when he told me. Shannon put me in my place though.”
“I bet she’s pissed.”
“No. She says we brought this on ourselves and have no right to be angry that you and he found comfort in each other. Doesn’t make me any less pissed though.”
“Why did you sleep with her?”
“Oh, Lily. I got drunk. She came into my room wearing nothing. I fucked up, okay. I’d give anything to take it back, but I can’t.”
“I’m so confused,” I whisper.
Maria was right about one thing. At the time Blake slept with her, he thought I was dead. The rational part of me knows being angry with him isn’t fair. The pain right now is no different from what was in him then. We’ve both shattered each other so much without really meaning to.
Gently, I lay my hand over his. “I’m sorry. This never would’ve happened if I hadn’t left.”
He cups the side of my face, his touch sending warmth through my body, pushing back the chill that’s coursed through me since yesterday. “No, baby. We both screwed up. We can fix this though; I know we can.”
He leans toward me as the door creaks open, stopping him in his tracks.
“Hyde needs everyone
out here,” Dresden says.
Blake sighs and stands, holding his hand out to help me up. Pulling my arm, he spins me around to face him. His eyes stay on mine as he clasps my bracelet around my left wrist and slides my engagement ring back onto my finger.
“Thank you.” Keeping my hand in Blake’s, I glare at Dresden. “What happened to keeping your fucking mouth shut?”
“Deal with it.”
My eyes reach for the heavens and Dresden has the audacity to laugh. It makes me want to hit him.
Fucker.