Page 155 of Accidental Husband
"You sure you're okay?"
I try to hold his gaze, but I can't.
This isn't okay. I'm not sure what it is, but it's definitely not okay.
I'm sorry I'm distracted, Griff. It's just that I've been lying to you for the last five years. I went back on my promise. I failed you and I couldn't face that. I can't face your reaction. Because this isn't yours. It doesn't get to be yours.
Maybe that's enough.
It doesn't have to be perfect.
It has to be true.
It has to be something.
My gaze shifts to the clock on the bedside table.
There are three hours until midnight. Three hours of magic. Three hours until I have to do this.
"Jules?" He brings his hand back to my ass. Shifts his hips backward. Sets me on the ground.
"Yeah?"
"You gonna talk to me about this?"
I reach for a distraction. "Are you safe?"
"Yeah. I got tested a few weeks ago."
"You hadn't—"
He nods. "It was just the text thing with Lee Ann."
I bite my lip. I hate hearing the name of some woman he fucked. But I can't pretend that's the problem. Even if it's unfair.
She gets to fuck him without all this baggage.
She doesn't have to worry about him finding her scars, deciding she's a lying disappointment, running away.
I…
He…
Fuck.
"Jules?" he asks.
"Yeah?"
"You upset about Lee Ann?"
"No." I wish that was it. That would be so much easier.
"Are you gonna tell me why you're upset?"
"What if I don't?"
His dark eyes bore into mine. They fill with hurt. Confusion. Betrayal.
