A small laugh escapes me. “I’m happy right here.”
His gaze softens. “Yeah, me, too.”
We’re staring at each other, no words passing between us, and the moment is perfect.
And then I have to go and spoil it by saying, “Reed…can I ask about…Kate?”
His face immediately closes up, shutting me out.
Why did I have to ask that?
Because it’s been bugging me ever since I saw her picture and his reaction to it. And the fact that she was his fiancée.
He had a fiancée. I think that’s a big deal. Well, it is to me anyway, and I want to know what happened between them. Because, whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
He turns his face into the pillow. I can hear him breathing deeply.
“I’m not trying to upset you,” I say gently. “I was just—”
“Curious.” He turns his face back to me. His expression is hard.
“Yeah,” I exhale.
And he does, too. But the breath he lets out is far more pronounced than mine.
“The night you got sick at my grandpa’s house, after you had seen the picture, I came into the bathroom to apologize for my behavior. I just didn’t get a chance.” His eyes focus on mine. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”
“I’m sure you had your reasons.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Even still, I acted like a prick, and you of all people don’t deserve to be treated that way.”
But I do, Reed. I deserve so much more than you acting like a prick. I deserve your anger and your disdain.
He closes his eyes.
I think that’s the end of the conversation. He doesn’t want to talk about Kate, and that’s his right. I’m not exactly forthcoming in things that have to do with me.
I haven’t exactly told him about my family’s deaths.
And how it was my fault.
I press my hand to his cheek to let him know it’s okay that he doesn’t want to talk. His growing stubble under my palm is rough and ticklish.
“I met Kate in my first year of university.”
He opens his eyes, and I move my hand away.
“We were taking a few of the same classes. We got to talking. She was smart and beautiful and popular.”
Jason’s Knife, meet Samaya’s Heart.
I try to keep my expression straight. Not easy when a blade is being twisted inside my chest.
He doesn’t seem to notice though, and he just keeps on talking, “Yeah, I was a Reed, but all the way through school—after I’d left my old school and started Eton where Grandpa wanted me to go—I wasn’t the Reed my grandpa was—or even my father, for that matter. Instead, I was the bastard child of Royce Reed, a man who didn’t want me. And my mother was a druggie stripper, who was stabbed to death by her boyfriend. To say that school was tough would be putting it mildly. Sure, I had Cam and Eddie…and even Drake.” He sighs. “But that didn’t change who I was.
“Kate didn’t seem to care about any of that. She just liked me. And I was dazzled by her. I was never really in love with Kate. Not like I should have been. It took me a long time to realize that.” His eyes connect with mine for a time. Then, he looks away. “With Kate, at first, it was lust. I was nineteen, and she was hot. And then, as time went on…I guess I loved the idea of Kate more than I did her.”
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One Last WishRomance
Samaya Raichand jumps on a plane , off to London to visit her mother's home town and the place her parents fell in love, With one last wish to complete things she hasn't been able to do Before the tumor takes over her life. Little did she know she w...