Page 63 of Love or Leave

Antonio nodded, trying to shake the image of her in his bed from his mind long enough to process the last eight hours. It had been a goddamn roller coaster.

"Antonio!" Max shouted again. "You in there?"

Fuuuuck.

"Yeah, one sec." He stared wide-eyed at Cara with a shake of his head, unsure what to say or do.

He'd followed her lead the night before—after she'd told him she wanted to see where things went with Jalen and was only interested in a night of practice sex from him. He'd gone along with it instead of telling her the truth about how he felt, mostly because he'd realized he had no right to ask more from her.

He'd told her repeatedly that he wanted Fran back.

"Antonio! Open up!"

Now he'd have to deal with the fallout. The very large, furious fallout. He hoped to, once again, follow her lead.

He looked at Cara and waited, but she just stared back. How the hell did she want to play this? Did she even have a plan?

"I'm not dressed," he said, panicked.

Cara dropped her head into her hands, and he realized he was on his own here. He jumped out of bed and her phone fell out of the sheets with a loud crash to the floor.

That had probably been the buzzing star he'd felt.

Antonio rolled his eyes and grabbed it, gently tossing it to her, then he took off around the bed in search of clothes.

"We can't find Cara," Max said through the door. "She came back with you and Adam, right?"

Antonio froze.

Shit.

How was he going to get out of this one?

He looked at Cara. She swiped open her phone and her eyes went wide.

"Ten missed calls," she whispered, then glanced between him and the door, a look of guilt marring her beautiful eyes.

"I think we should just tell him," he whispered back.

Her eyes doubled, and she shook her head in huge, jerking movements.

"Uh, just a second," he called out to Max, then moved in close to Cara.

"I don't see a way out of this," he said. He knew for sure that Max would freak. But he'd get over it, eventually. Right?

Cara stared at him for a moment, her eyes pained, her brows bunched. "I don't want him to know I did this."

The room spun. His stomach rolled, and he thought he might puke.

She appeared full of regret. Why did they do this? Why hadn't he just said no?

He knew why. Because he lov—

No.

He dropped his head to the mattress. Had he ever done something this stupid before?

"We agreed to keep it between us," Cara said.

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