At least I know how she feels about it.
“Do you need your dress?” she asks before drinking more coffee. “I can take it back to your place. I need to go out to buy groceries anyway.”
“I don’t need it. I’ll pick it up sometime next week.”
“When are you coming back?”
“On Sunday. I think…”
“You’re not sure?”
“It’s not entirely up to me.”
I smile.
She flashes a grin too.
“Don’t tell me… Your boss slash boyfriend is there.”
I laugh. She chuckles, entertained.
“I can’t hide anything from you.”
She throws her hands up in the air.
“Why don’t you make it official? I don’t understand,” she murmurs before going silent, waiting for an answer.
“It’s, um…. complicated.”
“Right. What’s so complicated? You like him.”
The memory of last night comes to me.
His eyes were misty while he was fucking me. We were in a world that belonged to us.
My chest is tight as I remember his touch moving over my body and that satisfying sensation of having him inside me.
I just couldn’t hold it together, and shudders went through me while my heart belonged to him.
All that stuff could be also so confusing.
I’ve had different men inside my body these past few days. Even a dangerous stranger.
How can I tell what is real and what is not?
How can I tell what is real feelings and what is lust?
I felt intense things in Alejandro’s arms. And I felt like I couldn’t let go of Francisco.
What if this—what I had with Kai—is that? And it’s all the same to me?
How could I tell the difference anyway?
I have feelings for all of them.
And I feel something special for each of them.
Although I know Kai has more power over me than any of them.