He smiled. “Of course she would,” he said, voice lighter. “I’m fuckin’ amazing. Plus, I plan on making her mother a very happy woman.”
My grin stayed frozen on my face as my heart splintered, my chest searing with the pain of it all.
Tell him now,something inside me screamed. Do it. There is time to make him understand. To save this.
My mouth opened to spill it all out. But I couldn’t do it. Not now. Not ever.
“You have made her mother the happiest she has been in her entire life,” I said instead. I moved to straddle him, my body delightfully tender.
Swiss caught hold of my hips.
“Now,” I pushed his legs apart with my knees. “It’s time that I make you very happy,” I murmured, kissing my way down his chest.
And then I proceeded to distract him with a blow job. I wasn’t proud of it. Not even a little.
But I didn’t know what else to do.
There was no saving this. Saving me. All I had left was to savor every moment. Every opportunity to touch him, ride on the back of his bike, sleep next to him. Before I left him behind.