Page 42 of Savage in the Sheets
Stop myself from what?
From ruining the best friendship I’ve ever had. From destroying my relationship with the woman that helped me keep my head above water. For making it impossible to return to the way we were.
Because if I saw her right now, there’s no way I’d be able to hold back my feelings.
Part of me wants to put it all out there and see where it will land. I lie and tell myself that it’s possible she feels the same way, but that’s unlikely.
I’ve never been worth half of what she is, and with as many women as I’ve been through, she probably thinks of me as her whore.
And that doesn’t feel good.
I know I should probably call this off. Tell her I need time to think.
But I can’t. I can’t resist the chance to be with the first woman I’ve ever loved, even if it’ll kill me. I know it’s not real, that nothing we do means anything to her, but it means the world to me.
There is no going back from this. Stage Three is coming, whether I can handle it or not. I just have to make sure I shield her from the fallout.
I click on my browser, bringing up Indeed to look at jobs because with all of my overly-dramatic thoughts, I knew I had to find an answer. And if I can’t be with the woman I love, I’m not going to want to be around her, seeing her with other men, getting married, having babies.
I can’t ditch her. That would break her heart. So I have to have a reason for no longer seeing her, and what better reason is there than a move to another city.
It’s actually not a bad plan. Moving around is how many people get raises in my line of work. I just never felt the need to before.
But now, with now sick I feel over what’s happened between Jenna and me, a change of scenery is necessary.
Jenna
Watching Angela flirt with our waiter is as entertaining as it is horrifying.
With all her family’s money, you’d think she wouldn’t need to make a play to get a free $15 dessert. I’d offer to pay for it myself, but Angela lives for this. Once, she went to a car dealership, pretended to be broke and offered the salesman a hand job to test drive a Lamborghini.
Yeah, her father could have purchases her that car several times over.
“I can’t believe you’ve been holding back for so long!” Angela presses. “Give me the details!
“I’ve been pulling long hours at work to keep my mind busy. I would have met you for lunch, but you make it a point not to be up before noon. And details like these are best left for dessert.”
“Now that we’re done discussing my vacation and your dull work life, tell me about Wes!”
“Gosh, he’s all that’s been on my mind. It was perfect—he was perfect. He made me feel things, hot fucking things, like bolts of electricity coursing through my body.”
“First—you’d suck at writing romance novels. Second…I can offer you an elite model of vibrator if you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
“Oh-my-GOD—that’s so gross.”
“Some would pay extra for that ‘add-on.’”
“You’re so ridiculous, but I love you.”
“Did you finally have sex?”
“Oral sex.”
“Sticking with those stages, I see. Will you have another ‘session’?”
“Tomorrow. We decided to wait until Saturday.”
Her eyes widen. “In-ter-est-ing…”
