Page 180 of Accidental Husband
"Do I have to answer that?"
He tries to keep his voice steady, but he doesn't get there. "Yeah."
My heart thuds against my chest. "After I called it off."
"That was five days ago."
"I know."
"Fuck." Fear drips into his voice. "Where?"
"I can't show you yet."
"Why not?"
"I just… I'm not there yet."
"Okay." His fingers skim the top of the blanket. "Can I get under here?"
"If you don't look me in the eyes."
His voice is soft. "I'm not gonna look at you like you failed me."
"I did."
"Doesn't do any good assigning blame."
"You sound like my therapist."
"You still go?"
I shake my head. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
Griffin pulls the blanket up.
He slips under it. Presses his chest to my back, his crotch to my ass, his quads to my hamstrings. "What happened with Jackson?"
"Oh, right." It's easier talking about him. It doesn't matter anymore. "I was drunk one night. Forgot to turn off the lights and direct his attention… elsewhere. He saw them. Went soft. Started blaming me for disturbing his precious erection."
"Fuck."
"I stopped trying after that."
"Trying?" He pushes my hair behind my ear.
"With him. With sex. With everything, I guess. The last two years… we were going through the motions. I knew it. He knew it. You probably knew it."
"I knew you weren't happy."
I swallow hard.
"Are you happy?"
"I'm too everything to be anything."
His fingers brush my temple. "That was two years ago?"
"About that."
