Page 64 of My Fearless Fake Fling

“Two-Twelve,” I answered.

“Go left,” he said, patting my left arm and pointing to the left.

“Right,” I said, and just for fun, I turned right.

“No—” he shouted. And threw his hand out in front of him.

“I was just kidding.” I turned around to head left. Yeesh, some people have no sense of humor.

After triple-checking I had the correct room, I slid the card through the card reader on the door. When the light blinked green I opened the door and went inside to wait for Len. That was when I got the awesome idea to wait for him naked… because I wanted sex. And Len liked me naked.

So I stripped down completely and must have passed out.

Pound.Pound.Pound. Was that in my head or at the door?Pound.Pound.Pound. I opened my eyes.Pound.Pound.Pound. Nope. That definitely came from the door. I stood up—my head throbbed—and I wiped the crusted drool from the corner of my mouth.

It felt cold in the room and I realized I was naked.

“Kami?”

I stopped and held my breath, spooked like a deer caught in headlights. That was Len’s voice. How—crap. I picked up my phone because I had the distinct suspicion that I’d called him.

Recent calls. Len.

“Just a minute.” I called to him and frantically scrambled to find something to put on my body, opting for pulling the comforter from the bed and wrapping myself up in that. Then I opened the door.

“Hi,” he said. Oh, man, he looked hot. As in sexy, not temperature.

“Hi,” I said back. Then I moved out of the doorway. “Come on in.”

Len stepped inside and closed the door behind him. We both walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Do you remember calling me?” he asked.

Gah! What was wrong with me? I should still be so angry at him. The things he’d done all those years ago, they were unforgivable, weren’t they?

I mean, yeah, he was a bully. Bullies could reform. He’d gone to therapy. So did I take the plunge and forgive him? It seemed drunk Kami already had, otherwise he wouldn’t be sitting next to me now.

Itwould bethe ultimate gesture of fearlessness.

I brought the comforter up over my head to form my own little Len-less cocoon. I needed to block him out if for nothing else than maintaining my own sanity while I considered my options.

However much time I’d taken, he obviously felt I’d taken enough because he tugged the blanket back down to reveal my face.

“Kam, baby, do you remember calling me?”

Oh, yeah. I forgot he’d asked that.

To be honest or not to be honest?

“I didn’t. Then I heard your voice and figured I did.” Imagine that, honesty won out.

“Dam-dang it. I was worried this might happen.”

“Did you bring ibuprofen?” I asked.

He reached inside his pocket to produce a small, white bottle.

Okay, so I had to admit how glad I was to see him. Neither of us were the same people we had been when our brothers died. Now came the time for even more honesty, only this time, with myself.

Here it goes…I’d forgiven him way back in Tawas. That was my bad. I should’ve called him then. I should have told him I loved him and that it was water under the bridge. Instead I kept us both suffering needlessly.

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