Page 63 of Keep Me Never
She wouldn’t.
She wouldn’t.
But what if she is?
No, she’s not like that.
But what if I’m the one who’s been wrong this whole time and there’s nothing stopping her?
What if, right now, she’s not thinking about me at all?
What if this is the start of something real, something more, and I’m just standing here, letting it happen?
The thought rips through me, hot and sharp, a flash of white-hot panic I can’t ignore following.
It’s not a date. Not really. Right?
She said yes, though. That has to mean something.
But it’s a fundraiser. Work stuff. Sort of.
Isn’t it?
But she looked like a fucking angel in her dress. A sexy, little angel.
Shit. It’s a fucking date.
But she baked for us before she left. For me. If going out tonight meant something, why would she do that? She would have just made cookies or something.
No, she made strawberry shortcake. Shortcake! She had to be trying to tell me something.
Trying to wake me the fuck up?
Oooor I’m just reading way too much into…everything and nothing is different. Nothing at all has changed.
So why does it feel like everything changed the second the door closed behind her, and I just watched it happen?
This…this can’t be just another mistake of mine.
It can’t be just another thing I look back on and regret.
This isher.
Paige.
MyPaige.
My pulse pounds in my ears, my chest tightening so much, it feels like something inside me is about to snap.
I scrub my hands over my face, but it doesn’t erase the images burning into my brain.
Prescott reaching for her hand. Paige letting him. Maybe even liking it.
No.
No, no, no.
Why didn’t I say something? She looked at me, didn’t she? Like she wanted to make sure it was okay with me? Not for permission but out of respect because she feels this too?
