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“Excuse me for calling your brother an asshole, but that asshole threw a ticker-tape parade when I told him we were over.”
“Very comforting,” she quipped.
“I didn’t need comforting.” Even if I had, the idea of Elliot offering comfort was laughable.
She kicked me softly under the table. “Didn’t you love her?”
I chuffed, picking up my fork. “Do we need to keep talking about this?” I scooped a large bite of my quickly cooling dinner into my mouth. Elise was determined to keep me talking.
“You asked me all sorts of prying questions, Westie. It’s only fair I get to ask the same. You must have loved her to be with her for three years.”
I scooped another large bite onto my fork. “It was something like love. I thought I wanted to marry her, but when we ended, I wasn’t heartbroken.”
“Marriage? Wow.”
“We would have been divorced within a year if we’d even made it down the aisle.”
I’d been toying with buying a ring. Looking back, I couldn’t even remember why. I supposed it’d felt like the next natural step.
When I’d brought up the idea of marriage, Marisol told me until I’d found a way to love her as much as my company—not more, but equally—she couldn’t marry me.
There had been no tears. We’d gone back to her house, like always, and had spent the night in her bed. When I left the next day, I’d been relieved. When I thought of my calendar and all the time that had been freed up without a girlfriend to consider, I realized she’d been right.
I wasn’t heartless. Ihadmissed her. But the fact was, I got over that quickly.
Today had been my final straw with Marisol. The way she dismissed Elise, then tried to stake some type of ridiculous claim on the drive home, had turned me so far off of her, all my warm feelings had withered and died right then and there.
I put down my fork. “That’s enough of that topic. I can think of far more interesting things to discuss.”
“I don’t know. Prying into your personal life is awfully fun for me.”
“I’d rather be prying into your pants.”
A laugh burst out of her, and this time, I joined her.
“That was awful,” she said through giggles.
It had been. The worst line that had ever left my mouth. But the payout had been far too great to give a damn.
Chapter Nineteen
Elise
Whenwereturnedtomy hotel room last night, Weston had been all over me, fucking me over the desk and again in the shower. He’d been rough and intense, slapping my ass and nipping at my flesh.
I had been the same. I’d sucked him until my lips were numb and my jaw was sore, but it hadn’t been enough. My fingertips had mapped out the dips and divots of his muscles. I explored him and he explored me.
We’d been ravenous for each other. And each time we came, it seemed like we might be sated, only to start over again. It was hours before our bodies finally gave out.
I had never once experienced anything like it. Falling asleep naked, wrapped around him, him wrapped around me, was another first for me.
Naked.
Asleep.
In his arms.
Letting him stay had been a mistake. Now, I knew what it was like to wake up with him, to be roused from a heavy sleep by his lips on my shoulder.
