“Hey.” I stepped into the apartment and saw Amy at the sink, wearing one of her oversized sweaters that, right then, looked as heavy as our shared secret.
“Hey.” I tried to smile. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much. How was work?”
“Same.”
There was a pause. I went over to the couch and fell back into the soft leather, sighing as I kicked off my shoes. “You’re not watching any new shows?”
“Not right now.” She gave me a searching look. “Have you spoken to Jason?”
I kept my gaze on the blank screen of the TV. “I haven’t.”
“I wish I could tell you to just ignore it or say it’s not true, but…”
“It is true.”
She sighed.
“I don’t care,” I said quietly. “I will always love him. I’ll never leave him.”
“I know. I never thought you would…walk away from him because of this. I know how you feel about him.” She came over to sit beside me and laid a hand on my arm. “But you can’t keep something like this from him. He’s going to find out anyway, one way or another.”
My chest hurt. “I think I’m gonna go to bed.” I rose from the couch. The truth was, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to go back, to pretend I wasn’t holding the knowledge that could change Jason’s life for the worse.
Amy sighed. “I ordered Thai for two. I’m certain you haven’t eaten all day. I’ll get you when the food arrives.”
I nodded, though the last thing on my mind was food.
When my door opened about half an hour later, I expected it to be Amy coming to get me because the food had arrived. I had changed out of my work clothes into yoga pants and a t-shirt, and I was sitting at the edge of my bed, my head in my hands.
I lifted my gaze, and my breath hitched when I saw that it was Jason.
He stood at the door, watching me, a peculiar expression on his face. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a beautiful white shirt that still looked as fresh as if he’d just put it on. It was paired with dark gray pants, and he looked flawless, as he always did. My heart soared at the sight of him.
“Jason.” My voice was a whisper.
He had a takeout bag in his hand, and he lifted it to show me. “Amy said this was for you, right before she ran off. She suddenly had to be at Colin’s.” He put the bag on the d
resser and advanced toward me. “You said you’d had dinner.”
I swallowed. “She…she’d already ordered it when I got here.”
He nodded slowly then sat beside me on the bed. I wanted to lean into him and forget everything but the feel of his body and the smell of his skin. I closed my eyes, telling myself all that mattered was that he was mine and nothing could come between us.
“What is going on, Daphne?”
I took his face in my hands and raised my lips to his. He kissed me back, his mouth hot and hungry as he claimed mine. Our tongues met and danced, spreading a delicious heat through my veins.
He eased me down onto the soft mattress, his body covering mine as his palm traced the flesh under my t-shirt. I dug my fingers into his hair and drew him closer.
Our lips met again, and this time, he didn’t release me until I was breathless.
“You know I can’t resist you,” he said softly, his eyes searching my face.
I smiled. “I know what that feels like.”
He stroked my hair then pulled me up so we were both sitting again. “Whatever it is, you know you can tell me.”