Picking up my pace, I walked up the three steps and spun around, looking up at the beautiful architecture and the white lights that were strung along the top.
“How romantic,” I whispered.
“It’s meant to be.”
Letting out a scream, I jumped back and covered my mouth and my pounding heart with my hands. Blake stepped up into the gazebo, a wide smile on his handsome face.
“What are you doing out here?”
He shrugged. “I saw you walking out here, so I followed you.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Are you okay?”
My pulse quickened. Was he worried about me? And why was he worried?
“Yes, why?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to make sure you were still good with our no-strings agreement and all. I didn’t reach out to you at all after that one text, and I feel guilty.”
I lifted a brow. “You feel guilty?”
He nodded.
“Not guilty enough not to flaunt your date in front of me. Please tell me you were not with her when we . . .”
“Had sex?”
I turned and looked out over the night sky. The moon was climbing in the sky, and it gave off a slight glow, making the closest trees visible.
“I wasn’t flaunting her, and no, we are not—nor have we ever been—a couple.”
Spinning around, I laughed. “You might want to tell her that, Blake. She sure has a lot of stories about the two of you.”
“She’s my go-to girl, and I’m her go-to guy.”
“Go-to girl?” I asked, trying to damper down the sickness that rolled through my stomach.
“Yeah, when we need dates to functions, we call each other. A friends-with-benefits kind of thing. I honestly wasn’t even thinking you’d be here, Morgan.”
My body jerked. “Gosh, thanks for that, Blake.”
He sighed and pushed his fingers though his hair. I ignored the fact that I thought that was sexy as hell and that I loved this habit of his.
“Hell, you know what I mean, Morgan.”
“No, I really don’t, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t owe me any explanations about why you brought a date.” My voice was cold, and I hated that I sounded like a bitch.
He stared at me. “No, I guess I don’t.”
Those five words hurt more than I wanted to admit.
My breathing increased as he stared into my eyes. I couldn’t help let my memory wander back to the other night, to the way his lips felt on my body while he moved slowly in and out of me. It had been more than sex. We had made love.
Fighting the tears building in my eyes, I slowly pulled in a breath.
“Morgan,” Blake whispered, taking a step closer.