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"Did you fake it?"
"With him?" she asks, her eyebrows drawn together.
"No," I say. I don't give a shit about her worthless ex-fiancé. "Just now. With me."
All five times…
She rolls her eyes.
"Oh God… not you too."
If she thinks that my ego is that delicate, then we have a problem.
"I just want to know if you were faking all those orgasms to appease me. Because if you didn't fake it, then maybe your agent is right. Maybe the guy isn't right for you," I say, bending over to pick up a t-shirt off the floor.
She watches me pull my shirt over my head and pull it down my torso.
"Let's say, for argument's sake, that I didn't fake it with you. Then what? Daniel and I break up after being together for eight years just because I don't get off from sex with him? How do you throw all those years away? Sex isn't everything, right? What if there's still love there?"
Even after everything that she just told me, hearing her say that she still loves him makes my stomach turn. Maybe because his texts prove that he doesn't care about her like she thinks he does, or maybe because there's a flicker of jealousy in me that I wish wasn't there.
If I had a choice, I'd feel nothing at all.
What did I actually think was going to happen between us after tonight?
"I don't know. I guess this is something you two will have to work out," I turn and head for my bedroom door. "I'm going to take a shower and wash off. It would be better if you weren't in my room when I get out," I say, making sure that she knows this is where our conversation ends.
I'm not interested in helping her work out her sex life with another man. That's something she needs to figure out herself.
I keep walking towards the bathroom, and then I hear her jump off the bed and run to the door frame.
"I didn't fake it," she blurts out right before I enter the bathroom.
I turn to look over my shoulder.
She's standing there, wrapped in my sheet, her hair is a tangled mess from our night together and as painfully beautiful as ever.
"What?" I ask.
"I didn't fake it tonight… with you. I just thought you should know."
I should be relieved that I gave her more than her fiancé has in eight years, but instead, I feel like an idiot. I gave into something I knew I shouldn't and it turned out the way that I knew it would.
I've spent the last nineteen years trying to avoid complications like this, and until Brynn, I was doing a damn good job.
"Then maybe you should find someone else to explore that further with before your fiancé gets back," I say.
"Someone other than me."
Then I walk into the bathroom and shut the door.
Chapter Sixteen
Seven
I wake up before my alarm this morning, planning to get an early start to the day and get out of the house before Brynn gets up.
I let out an annoyed groan as I take a deep inhale, and my lungs fill with the smell of Brynn still on my bed sheets.
