And the truth is I can’t imagine life without this conviction, not now I’ve felt it.
Lucy is standing at the window when I walk into the room, changed back into her dress.
“I thought you could use some of these,” I tell her.
She turns, frowns gently, then walks over and takes the tissue from my hand. “Thank you.”
“No.” I try for a smirk, feeling slightly more in control now that she’s not naked, just a tiny bit. “Thankyou, Lucy. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
She laughs, then stops when I don’t join in. “Comeon. We didn’t even have sex. How can that be true?”
“Best sexual experience then.” I shrug. “It’s the truth.”
“It can’t be,” she says firmly, walking over to the trash can and dropping the tissue paper in. She turns to me quicker this time, a snapping motion. “It literallycan’tbe, Logan. I’ve seen the tabloids. I know the sort of women….”
It’s like she can’t finish the thought, as though the idea of me with somebody else is as painful as it would be the other way around.
The thought ofhertouching another man makes me want to puke.
“Lucy, I haven’t had sex in over a decade.”
She walks right up to me, her face turning red. She looks like she’s going to slap me any second.
“Why ruin this?” she hisses. “We had… something here. Something more than I thought. It was good. And now you’re going to start telling lies, telling me what youthinkI want to hear.”
I step forward, rising to her challenge. She’s sparked up, as though electricity is surging through her, eyes wild in a way that has my manhood stirring again.
“Why do you give a damn when I last had sex?” I snarl.
“I…Idon’t.”
She turns and stalks back to the window, letting out an angry huff. I can’t help but smirk as I watch her, wondering if she likes me in more than a physical level… maybe there’s something on her side, not thesameas me, but closer than I thought.
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“Is this funny to you?” she asks, without turning her back. She wraps her arms around herself.
“No,” I say fiercely. “There’s nothing funny about this.”
“So maybe stop with the quippy little remarks?”
I chuckle deeply, walking across the room. “Turns out you are bratty after all.”
She spins on me as I approach, meaning we’re standing side-on to the window. The sunlight rests on her face, giving her an angelic look, a perfect look, aLucylook.
“You don’t have to lie to me,” she says, ignoring my comment as she stares up, tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’m not lying. I mean it. It’s been ten years.”
“Fine.”
She folds her arms aggressively, still with that kissable pout on her lips. But when I see the fiery look in her eyes, I decide to leave out the part where I think she looks cute and beautiful.
“Who was the last person you slept with, then?”
My instincts try to make me roar instead of speak.
The thought of talking about another woman with Lucy is ridiculous, pointless, and cruel to both her and me. But at the same time, I can tell how badly she needs to know this.