I no longer feel like I’m spinning out of control.
“That wasn’t my boyfriend or hookup or anything like that. That was Patrick.”
I blink slowly and my Adam’s apple bobs in my throat.
“I don’t care,” I lie, and Coop’s lips twitch.
“Fine, you don’t care. That’s why you were snooping at my door and accusing me of cheating.”
I scoff and turn my gaze away, but he forces me to look at him, his hand now cupping my jaw.
“I don’t cheat on my husband.”
His fingers dig gently into my skin, and I let out a shaky breath.
“Fine.”
He nods and then lets his hand fall from my face. I miss his touch almost immediately.
“Now, what do you want?” He folds his arms across his chest and cocks his head at me. “You were lurking outside my door for a reason.”
I shift on my feet, the tile under my toes cool. “To apologize.”
His arms tighten around him. “For what?”
“For…for hurting your feelings.”
“My feelings weren’t hurt. You can have reservations, that’s fine.”
My eyes take him in and for a moment, I doubt what I saw back on the couch but then straighten my shoulders and dip my head.
“It’s okay to be hurt, Coop. And I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted.”
He lets out a shaky breath, and his arms fall to his sides.
“Fine. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”
I mean, let’s not go that far, I think, but don’t say it out loud. I just let those thoughts be swallowed down by my throat.
“Okay.”
We stand there, facing one another, Coop’s eyes boring a hole into my head and my eyes staring intently at my feet.
“Do you want to stay in here tonight?” he asks, and I nod my head.
“Please.”
He sighs and pulls me into his body, squeezing me gently and tucking his face into my neck.
My arms fall open, and I wrap him against me, inhaling him.
“Alright, well, it’s supposed to rain tonight,” he tells me as he pulls away and stares up into my eyes. “Want to leave a window open so we can hear it? It’s always so soothing to me.”
I nod and watch as he pulls the window open a crack before I let him lead me to his gigantic bed.
He slips inside of it, and I stand waiting, wanting him to tell me what to do. His body is lying on a plethora of pillows, his legs spread wide, and I want to crawl between them, but don’t want to assume that’s what he wants me to do. Not after I acted the way I did.
I don’t deserve it.