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“Hey,” she hushes.
I jolt when her palms cradle the sides of my face. “Don’t.”
My jaw sets as my head turns in her grip, but I don’t drive the motion with enough force. She leans in, my vision falling static as her head draws closer, and I’m fucking gravitating toward her.
Her jasmine scent funnels straight to my lungs, my brain muddling with the aroma.
No.
No, don’t get it twisted.
That’s not the air you want.
“We can get through this, Cade. Please, just let me prove how sorry I am,” she breathes.
Just when her lips are mere inches from mine, a pair of gorgeous, mint eyes flash before me.
“No.” I rip myself out of her hands, spinning away as I scrubtwo hands through my hair.
“We obviously still feel something for each other. Look at you. You’re flustered.”
“You fucked somebody else,” I say flatly, my body averted from hers. “There’s nothing left to discuss. After tonight, we’ve said all we needed to say, you understand me?” Then I’m pivoting to land my cautionary stare on her. “No texts. No calls. No meetups. None of this bullshit. Got it?”
“I told you I made a mistake, goddammit! I’m trying to right my wrongs,” Jenna exclaims.
I paint a mocking smirk on my face. “By using your body, right? Seems fitting, since that’s what you’re good at.”
A low blow, but necessary.
My head shakes. “This isn’t about a guilty conscience or my heart being unsure about what I want, Jenna. This has nothing to do withyou. This has nothing to do withus. There isnousanymore.” Her nostrils mildly flare as she swigs a breath, waiting for me to deliver the punchline. “But this haseverythingto do with my heart being sure ofsomeone else.”
Her eyes fall in sadness, face tensing before she walks off.
My eyes trail her backside as she combs a hand through her hair, and she travels with a piece of me.
My old self.
A lesser version of who I am now.
Until she disappears through the glass doors.
Chapter 41
Olivia
“Ahhh!” I lunge across the gravel of Cade’s driveway, jumping into his arms.
His hoodie bunches against me as I hook my limbs like a koala bear. My shoulders hike, my palms cuddling his rugged jaw before his fresh musk seeps into my nose.
Goosebumps crawl over my skin when I register his scruff, a discomfort I’ve yearned for all week long. Our tongues tangle, his fingers slipping into my hair and tugging on a section of locks before I pull away.
“I promise I brought sexier outfits for the weekend,” I whisper against his mouth.
He bites his lip as he pulls back, cradling my ass cheeks through my black leggings. “If all else fails, you could just walk around naked all weekend. I really don’t give a shit.”
I cross my ankles at his lower back, tugging the hem of my crewneck sweatshirt. “It’s a bit breezy for twenty-four-sevennude activities.” My palms are glued to his coarse cheeks again. “I also hate to break it to you, but the lingerie scandal is not a routine one for me.”
A smirk sheds from his lips as he walks us to the front door. “Not even if I offered to spank you a little bit?”
