Page 52 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 17
Lexie
Cole goes completely still and stiff when I tell him I think I still love Trevor.
I don’t blame him.
I’m a horrible person.
A really horrible person.
I mean, here he is creating this great evening, preparing a wonderful meal, catering to my every need, the perfect host, letting me cry all over him, and even listening to me babble on about my ex. Where’s the gratitude, Lexie? Where’s the thankfulness? He’s clearly an amazing guy. Plus, he’s sexy as hell, and I feel so good when I’m with him.
So, what is my problem? Why did I agree to come here? I don’t deserve this. He’s way too good for me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Sweetness, there’s no reason for you to be sorry. If I’m to be honest, I’m right disappointed, but the heart wants what the heart wants, I suppose. I just hope he’s deservin’ of it.”
His voice sounds normal, but he looks devastated.
“What if I don’t know if my heart wants him?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“Well, when you figure it out, I’ll be here,” he says.
God, he’s perfect.
This is what I should want. This is what every girl wants, a guy to be honest about his feelings and upfront about his intentions. You’d have to be an idiot to turn him down. To not pursue him.
I’m done being an idiot. Aren’t I?
I don’t know, are you?
Shit.
Decision made, this is what I do want. He is what I want. I let go of his hand and turn toward him, reach up to cup his cheek then pull his face toward mine. He stops before our lips meet, then takes my hand and pulls it back down to our laps with his.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“We were gonna kiss,” he says.
“I know,” I say. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“More than you realize,” he says. “But, Lexie, our first kiss is not going to be when you’ve spent half the evening talking about another man. And our first kiss is not going to be when another man is anywhere in the vicinity of your brain. It may not be tomorrow, or even next week, but there will be a time. And when it happens, there will not be another man anywhere in your beautiful brain for you to think about.”
Wow. Okay then.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
I nod in agreement, but feel overwhelmingly embarrassed at his rejection, regardless of his reason.
“I should go,” I say.
“You don’t have to leave yet.”
“I know, I just . . . clearly I’m a wreck. And before you say anything to counter that, just . . . don’t. I need to get myself together. So, I’m just going to go so I can do that.”
“Can I walk you home?” he asks.
