Page 54 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I wish there’s some way I could make her feel better, but I have no idea what to say that’ll make it easier for her to cheat on the guy she’s loved since freshman year.
Even if I wanted to reassure her, I’m having a hell of a time ignoring the guilty voice that’s telling me I pushed her too hard, that I talked her into this.
I have to repeatedly remind myself that she’s a grown woman with a mind of her own.
But I can’t shake a nagging fear that at the end of the day, she’s gonna resent the hell out of me for this.
We reach the trailer and the sounds from the rest of the park feel like they’re coming from miles away. It’s too quiet as the seconds tick down.
I turn to face her and my heart twists when I see her staring up at me with wide eyes.
She’s scared. Bailey Tucker is scared—and that kills me.
Her fear is like a freakin’ knife to my chest. My voice comes out too low and gruff. “Are you ready for this?”
No. The answer’s no, and we both know it.
She swallows, and I see her hands shaking before she clasps them together. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“It’s not too late to turn back.”
She doesn’t respond, and then a sound from inside the trailer makes her stiffen, and her eyes go impossibly wide. The way she’s looking at me, all vulnerable and helpless—my heart twists like a dishrag being rung out to dry.
I want to comfort her. Tell her it’s all going to be okay. But we have seconds before Grayson walks out here, and it’s not comfort that she needs to get through this.
She needs anger. She needs to remember what he’s done and why she’s doing this. So instead of comfort, I offer a smirk as I lean in close. “Relax,Bae.” I use Grayson’s nickname for her because I know it’ll piss her off. “I promise I don’t bite.”
Her inhale is loud and quick, and her eyes flash with fury.There it is.
That’s my Bailey.
She reaches out, grips the worn fabric of my hoodie and tugs me closer. That determination, that fire…
Relief has me drawing in a deep breath, and suddenly I’m surrounded by the scent of Bailey’s shampoo and the warmth coming off her skin. She’s pulled me in so close I can feel her breath on my cheek as she exhales sharply with resolve.
“That’s my girl,” I say, because I know it’ll piss her off even more.
“I’m not your girl,” she snaps.
“And you’re nothis, either.” It comes out a little more forcefully than I meant it to, and she tips her head back to frown up at me.
She’s on autopilot, getting annoyed with me out of habit. But I’ll take it. It’s way better than her terror.
Grayson’s voice comes from the other side of the door, and we both go still.
“This is it.” I pull back just far enough to look into her eyes. “Last chance to bail,Bail.”
“You’re hilarious,” she mutters.
“I think so.” I smile down at her because I need her to know—she’s not alone. I’m with her on this. We’re in this together.
And also,Ineed to know she really wants this. I need her to be absolutely positive. “You in or you out? I need you to say it. I need you to be sure.”
She blinks a couple of times, and I think she’s probably startled by the intensity in my voice.
I know I am.
The bolt on the door slides and my heart pounds in response.
