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Then, “Gemma!”
I don’t wait. I slam the door in his face and drive to work, the nerves inside of me multiplying in a ripple effect.
Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. So much guilt.
Remembering his face when I said I didn’t sleep with my boss yet.
Why did I say that?
It’s the truth though, isn’t it? I want Damon. I want Damon, but I’m not ready to let go of Harvey. Or maybe I am because I just broke up with him.
My drive to work is quiet. I don’t put on music, no radio, nothing.
Except my thoughts.
They’re all over the place, ensuring I don’t feel peace this morning. I wish I could talk to Gia about this, but I already know she’d tell me to communicate, to express my feelings.
Something I was never good at. Look what happens when I do. I’m better off keeping them inside.
When I get to my desk, I put on my heels and try to calm down, knowing I need to focus on my work. I’ll deal with Harvey after.
I close my eyes, thinking back to his expression as I delivered those two words.
Not yet.
I know Harvey won’t touch me—he won’t. No matter how much I beg.
I owe it to myself to get what I want, and right now it’s an intimate night with Damon. Gia calls me twice, but I ignore it. I delete Claire’s text message.
“Someone didn’t sleep well.” Marie comes to my desk. “You look like someone kicked you in the stomach... oh hi, Mr. Dreygon.” Marie waves at him.
He gives her a curt nod before his eyes eat me up with intensity, eying my dress but most of all my face. I feel the tingles inside of me—not only out of hunger for this man—but because I feel so connected to him. I feel somethingsostrong for him I wish I could put it into words.
A million questions are thrown my way with one look from him. And I know he sees it, too, that I look drained. He most likely heard Marie’s comment.
“I’m fine; just tired.” I answer her, staring at herSave the turtlesT-shirt.
“Emon and I are grabbing lattes. You coming?”
I shake my head. She shrugs, unbothered by my lack ofspeech, and leaves without any harm done. That’s why I like Marie.
If I speak, my voice will shake. My knees will tremble. It’s like a lump lodged in the middle of my throat. So foreign.
“Gemma. . .” Damon tips his head to his office, and I follow him inside, closing the door, both of my hands holding onto the knob behind my back. I need all the support I can get.
I’m still trying to process the drawings and breaking Harvey’s heart.
I’m still trying to process that this is life. What my life has become. Mostly because I’ve let it come to that.
Maybe things would’ve been different if we would’ve exploded on each other sooner.
And I wouldn’t have fallen for a man who’ll never want more.
“Yes?”
Damon’s brow arches as he comes close to me, and I realize he needs to hang his coat on the door hook.
I step out of his way, watching him place it, then he grabs my wrist before I can move farther away. “What’s wrong? What did he do?” His voice is soft; it’s almost a plea.
