Page 49 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
Her gaze falls to the ground. She starts to fidget while we continue walking, and she shoves her hands in her pockets.
“I guess my adrenaline is still pumping a bit from earlier.” She laughs softly before looking up at me. “And I’m having a nice time with you. I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”
I smile at her. “I don’t want to either.”
We round the corner of the block, and Sweet Cheeks comes into view.
“Let’s sit on the bench out in front and enjoy the quiet,” she says. “It’s always so busy during the day with the traffic and people coming in and out. I never get to sit outside of Sweet Cheeks and just take it in.”
“Let’s do it.”
We plop down on the wooden bench off to the side of the entrance.
I reach my arms over my head to stretch and peer over at Becca. “Adrenaline still pumping hard, is it?”
She chuckles. “A little.”
“Gotta say, I was blown away when you dropped an f-bomb back there.”
Becca wrinkles her nose as she smiles, like she’s embarrassed. “I only swear when I get super pissed. It’s pretty uncharacteristic of me.”
“I like that. A lot. So many people swear all the time. Like me. It takes the punch of cuss words. They’re supposed to shock, but if you say them all the time, they lose their shock value.”
Becca chuckles. “That’s a good point. I never thought of it that way.”
“I appreciate your use of profanity,” I tease. “You don’t say it unless you mean it.”
“Precisely.” She aims a finger gun at me, and I’m pretty sure my heart explodes right in my chest. Goddamn, I can barely handle how cute that was.
“I can’t picture you getting pissed very often,” I say. “It seems very un-Becca-like.”
“It is.” She looks ahead, her gaze turning thoughtful. “You know, the last time I swore before tonight was the night my ex confessed that he was cheating on me.”
I feel that squeeze in my chest again. Just thinking about her ex hurting her like that has me tense.
“I did something else that night that was pretty out of character.”
“What was it?”
She sighs, her delicate shoulders falling with the movement. “I threw his clothes out of the window of our apartment—well,myapartment now—when he confessed that he’d been cheating on me.”
I lean back, shocked at her admission.
She twists her head to look at me, her eyes shy. “That’s horrible, isn’t it?”
“No. I think a lot of people in your situation would have done what you did.”
“It doesn’t make it right.” She kicks at the concrete with the tip of her sneaker. “I was just so pissed. And I swear I wouldn’t have done it, but the way Ben was talking was just so hurtful. He kept saying that we’d been drifting apart for months and that I shouldn’t be surprised that he found someone else.”
I grit my teeth. This fucking guy.
“I just snapped. I felt so humiliated.”
“Hey.” I grab her hand in mine. “He’s the one who should feel humiliated. He had you—an incredible, stunning, and sweet woman. And he lost you because he was a selfish prick who couldn’t keep it in his pants.”
She starts to smile, but there’s still sadness in her eyes. “I just feel disappointed in myself. Yeah, it was wrong of him to cheat, but I shouldn’t have lost my cool. I should have been the bigger person and stayed respectful and calm.”
I shake my head. “That’s impossible. Becca, you’re human. It’s a very human thing to get upset when you find out that your partner is cheating on you. It’s not fair to expect yourself to react calmly when you’re thrown into a high-stress situation like that.”
