Genre: Romantic Suspense
I cross my arms over my chest, and my stomach flips. Is she going to fess up about lunch with Dean today? Do I want to hear this? I havenβt heard from Dean since last night. He made his intentions clear, but I didnβt.
βOkay, what do you want to talk about?β I ask around the dread settling in my gut.
She takes a deep breath. βI had lunch with Dean today. It wasβ¦weird.β And there it is.
βYou did?β I ask, as if I didnβt already know. βWhyβd you do that?β
Her brows slam together. βWe were close a long time ago. I havenβt seen him in years. You already know that. It was just usβ¦catching up.β
I feel anger coursing through my veins. βSo you say.β I can feel the muscles working in my jaw.
βSterling, why would I lie to you? You know my secrets.β She closes the distance to where Iβm leaning on the counter. She reaches out to put her hand on my face, but I turn away.
She pulls back like I burned her. βDonβt do that, Sterling.β I didnβt mean to react that way. Iβm just so angry and jealous, even a little scared. I donβt want her near Dean. I want her with me. I want him to know that sheβs mine.
βDo what, Ivie? I donβt know how Iβm supposed to react to you spending time with your ex-boyfriend. If thereβs a certain way I need to act about this, please tell me.β
She bites her bottom lip like she does when she gets nervous. βHe asked me if I was seeing anyone. I didnβt know how to answer him. What are we doing? Are we a thing? Was the other night a fling?β
I blow out a frustrated breath. βWhat did you tell him?β She looks at me, wide-eyed. βNothing. I told him things were complicated. Because thatβs how they feel right now. Thatβs all I said. I didnβt want to assume this was something it might not be without talking to you.β
I lift my cap and run my hand through my hair. βIvie, what do you want from me? Heβs been my best friend for years. None of us are kids in high school anymore, and I thought you knew how I felt. But if itβs complicated, I donβt know what to tell you.β
She backs up. βWhat are you saying, Sterling?β
βIβm saying I think you know how I feel about you, and if you donβt, you should. Iβm saying I canβt tell you how to feel or what to do. Youβre the only one who knows what you want and how you feel. But I can tell you this.β I walk right up to her and grab her hand and put it flat on my chest over my heart. βThis, my heart, belongs to you. And only you. It has for a long time now.β
She lets a tear fall down her cheek as her fingers splay on my chest, feeling my heartbeat underneath. βAnd Ivie, I didnβt fight for you before. I stood on the sidelines and let you go. I canβt do that again. I wonβt. My heart canβt take it. Having you back here made me realize that. So, whatever youβre going to do or decide, donβt wait too long. I canβt handle not knowing where we stand.β I brush a kiss over her lips and wipe away her silent tears. βIβm getting in the shower. You can stay, or if you need to leave, I understand.β I walk away and leave her in my kitchen speechless.
