So Wrong. Part 10

Plus he was fucking with my mind; I’d convinced myself the revelation I thought I had was bullshit. He just had an old photo on the fridge. He had to have once loved Chloe; it wasn’t too weird to keep something of hers around. It also had been buried on the fridge with other paperwork, clippings and take-out menus.

I told myself I imagined the look on his face. I nearly convinced myself that all the intensity in our sex and the chemistry that seemed to coat the air around us was bullshit, too. It was a good explanation as to why he vanished.

Unfortunately, that burning chemistry was still there. The hunger and want in his eyes weren’t—couldn’t—be my imagination. It was all there. It was all real. Oh, God.

“I figured you’d be hungry,” Patrick said, holding up the bag.

I wasn’t sure if he meant it to be an innuendo; his face and tone gave nothing away. My body, however, was hungry for food and for him. I didn’t realize how starved I’d been for his presence unt