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Yes. Yes, I could.
I follow Damon upstairs, shaking my head when he asks if I want anything to eat or drink. I have my purse with me, and I’m glad it’s big enough to have fit a few things, including an outfit.
He shouldn’t know how eager I was to stay here.
The guest room is simple in nature. Looks exactly how you’d expect a man to decorate it. Bare, simple, minimalist.
I’m wearing my long T-shirt with his hoodie over it when I head to the en suite of the guest bedroom to clean up and brush my teeth.
I’m in bed now, looking at pictures of Harvey, and my chest constricts. I’m thinking about how hurt I am that he let Claire kiss him. How I have no right to feel like that when I’m in another man’s house, wishing we could do a lot more than kiss.
Before sleeping, I see a text from Gia.
Gia:No matter what, I’ll always love you, silly.
Me too, Gia. Me too.
I hear footsteps and a light appears underneath the door. When Damon opens it, he walks over and scoops me into his arms.
“I want you in my bed. If nothing else, I just want that tonight.”
I say nothing, letting his words warm me as he walks me to his bed. Then he pulls the soft sheets over me, and we lie facing each other. I’m all bubbly inside when his hand lands behind my neck.
“Come here.” He tugs my body to his, and I lean into him. He’s holding me, hands wrapped around me, and I’m wordlessly sighing at how much this feels right.
I fall asleep instantly.
When I wake up on Saturday morning, my body feels rested—I slept well.
Damon’s nowhere to be seen so I take this time to browse his bedroom, noticing the charcoal sheets and walls with caramel-colored furniture and leather sofas. Eventually, I head to the guest bedroom to grab my phone and my purse. I brush my teeth and wash up before checking my phone back in Damon’s room.
Nothing. No calls. Nothing from Harvey, but there’s a text from Claire. She wants to talk, but I’m not ready to deal with her. If I do, it’ll come from a place of anger, and it won’t settle anything between us.
I don’t want my frustration with her to influence Harvey’s progress.
At that moment Damon comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered, water glistening on his tanned chest. The only thing stopping me from seeing him fully naked is a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Gemma.” He comes over to the bed, andI close my eyes, letting the sound of his greeting run through me, buzz up my veins, wake up my highly disappointed sex.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, taking my hand in his as I’m sitting on his bed.
I nod, tempted to kiss his chest. “Did you?”
He waits a beat and then, “I did.” He seems to be pondering his own answer, as if it’s an epiphany that he slept well.
Silence. No talking, no noise, nothing.
We stare at each other.
“Is he expecting you home?” The pad of his thumb grazes his bottom lip.
I shrug. “We got into a fight.”
“I see. That’s why you came over.”
I shake my head, looking at the sad painting hanging in the middle of his bedroom wall. Why, Damon,why?
“I came because I wanted to. Our fight... he kissed his nurse. I think they have a thing...” I pull my arms around my legs, feeling the bed dip. Damon’s sitting next to me now, his half-naked state completely distracting me.
