Page 64 of My Fiancé's Brother

I brought in air through my nose. “Was it Katherine?”

He stared at me for a long moment. “No, and you need to just to let it go. It didn’t mean anything.”

My entire body felt cold.

I looked around my loft in a daze. I knew something had been wrong between us, but I hadn’t wanted to face it. I had tried to pretend that everything was going to work out.

“I just ordered our wedding invitations,” I said, feeling stupid. I had thought that if we could just get to the other side, we would be fine.

He refused to look at me. “I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry that I ordered the invitations or you’re sorry that you cheated on me?”

“I'm sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

But he had hurt me.

“Now what?” I stared at him. Would he move out? What about dinner? And Jackson? Pain shot through my heart. If Matt left, there would be no reason for Jackson to stay. I couldn’t process the thought of both Jackson and Matt leaving me alone in this loft. I would not stay here alone. Thoughts were flying through my mind in no particular order.

He looked down at his hands. “Can we just forget it happened and carry on?”

My entire body went still. Then I put both my hands on my forehead and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt relief. Relief that Matt did not want us to break up.

Jackson flashed through my mind. The way he pushed his hands into my hair and pulled me into the most sinful kiss. The feel of his hot breath on my ankle when he took off my shoes. How he allowed me to curl up with him on the couch.

I felt guilty as I looked at Matt. He might have messed aroundwith some stranger, but I have coveted Jackson, flirted with him and developed a stupid crush. Jackson was Matt’s pseudo-brother. What I had done seemed so much worse.

“Em, please. Say something.”

I lifted my head. “What does fool around mean?”

He gave me an incredulous look.

“Did you have sex?”

He shook his head.

“I want specifics.”

“Emily.”

“I need to know the extent of this situation.”

“We kissed. And we messed around.”

“What does that mean?”

“She went down on me.”

My eyes went wide. I had never seen Matt naked. We had never gone below the waist. What he had done was so much worse than what I had done. It was crazy, but as I listened to Matt confessing his sins, it felt like it absolved me from my own.

“Is that it?”

His eyes were on my face. “That’s it.”

I hesitated. “You still want to get married?”

“Yes.”

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