Chapter 83

He kisses me tenderly, capturing my mouth with his, healing so many little wounds this conversation has opened, making me feel cherished with such a simple act. When he breaks away, I regard him warily, a little secret I know I should tell him while sharing this kind of truth.

“I saw her in the bathroom last night. She spoke to me, kind of.” I look away from him and swallow hard. Feeling compelled to confess, seeing as he is being forthright about everything. And she is the subject right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His hand wanders up to play with my hair, and I shrug, unsure why I felt I couldn’t. I guess knowing how he gets when I react the way I do. I’m hoping after this conversation, I might start to feel differently about her. Knowing how long and deeply he has always cared about me this way, he always loved me. That thought alone can make my heart soar above the wounds he inflicted on me.

“She was upset and angry and a mess. It wasn’t an enjoyable conversa