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“So he kissed another woman, and you’re mad at him because you love him?”
“I do,” I say honestly. It’s the truth—I love Harvey. But I’m only now figuring out that there’re different types of love.
I wait for Damon to tell me Harvey’s an idiot, that I deserve more. Except he doesn’t.
He says none of those things to reassure me. Instead, he heads to his dresser, and my cheeks redden when his towel drops. He has a nice ass, perfectly shaped lean calves, and a strong back that makes my pussy contract with need.
And he smells divine.
Absolutely mouth-watering.
Too soon, he’s dressed in black sweatpants and a hoodie, walking toward the bed. He grabs my head with his two hands, forcing me to look up.
“Let’s have fun today. Dress warmly.” I don’t question him. I simply smile, something he brings out of me. “Do you need to borrow some clothes?”
“No, I brought some.”
He nods, and I’m thankful when he gives me one last dreamy look before closing the door behind him. A gentlemanly act. Despite having seen me half-naked yesterday, he’s still giving me privacy this morning.
All I have are my leggings and a pair of jeans. Judging by the fact that Damon’s wearing sweatpants, I don’t think jeans are what I should wear.
I make a quick phone call to Henrik since he texted me this week regarding Harvey’s PT appointment today. He wanted to go with him.
“Aren’t you coming with?” Henrik asks, and I have to close my eyes to focus on my breathing instead of the guilt stewing inside. A few months ago, there wasn’t anything in the world that’d keep me from going with Harv to his appointment.
How time passes and changes. How people change. We don’t even see it, yet we do.
We change.
Things change.
“No, not this time.”
“Why aren’t you home?”
“Why don’t you ask your brother . . .”
He sighs. “Oh, boy. What’d he do now? Is it the porn?”
“What? No. What porn?”
“Idiot.” He chuckles. “Left his porn on pause on his laptop. He’s in the shower.”
I bring my purse to the restroom, examining myself in the mirror. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to tell me that.”
“Ah, come on, Gemma. I know you don’t care. It’s just a little porn; it’s healthy.” He laughs again, and I join him. Thoughmy laugh quickly turns silent when I remember that Harvey’s turned to porn rather than me for his sexual needs.
And that hurts.
I tell him to text me the updates and hang up. I put on a bit of makeup and tie up my hair before pulling on Damon’s hoodie.
It smells like him—and it’s comforting.
We stopped by a sports store before driving wherever we’re heading. Damon insisted I needed warmer leggings and a tight, long-sleeve undershirt. He refused to let me pay and seemed content that I accepted his gift.
We say nothing the entire ride. He simply holds my hand, the thumb of his acquainting itself with mine.
And everything is fire and ice. Fire because of Damon. And ice because of Harvey. Should I have gone to that appointment? Should I forget that he kissed Claire?
