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Excerpt
“What do you remember about last night?”
Nevaeh frowns, trailing her fingers over her braid. Her silence is deafening, and I’m slowly losing my shit. Please, say something.
“I remember that after the casino we went to the bar, and we were playing Truth or Dare.” She trails off, twisting her lips into a little grimace. I wait, praying she remembers more than I do. “I think we went somewhere…but I don’t remember where, exactly, or what we were doing. Why? I mean, we made it back to our room, right? Sure, I fell asleep in your bed, which I’m really sorry for. But I was fully dressed when I woke up, so I don’t think anything happened between us. Is that what’s bothering you?”
“No, of course not. I know nothing happened,” I blurt, mentally slapping myself when I notice how her gaze darkens. Fuck, this shit is messing with my head. “I’m just worried we did something…extremely stupid.”
“Such as?” She arches her eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.
Instead of answering, I pull my phone out of my pocket and show her the articles I discovered in my browser. Nevaeh keeps silent at first, but then she bursts out laughing.
“You think we got married?” I nod, and she only snorts louder. “Roman, that’s absolutely ridiculous. I broke up with Travis because I realized he was going to propose to me. I’m not ready for marriage; I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. There is no way I would have agreed to get married, even if I was drunk as shit.”
Something flashes in my head, a fleeting memory. But no matter how hard I try to catch it, it’s gone. The only thing I’m sure about is that I heard her talking about not being ready for marriage.
Leaning back in my chair, I put an open palm to the top of my head, barely listening to Nevaeh’s rambling. She goes on and on about her ex, about how she got sick when she saw the ring. Grabbing her purse, she takes her phone out and starts looking for something.
Suddenly she shuts up; her face becomes pale. My heart drops to my feet, beating so loud it almost deafens me.
“What is it?” I ask.
With trembling hands, she puts her phone on the table and pushes it toward me. I look down, gaping at a picture of a marriage license with our names. My mouth becomes dry, and I swallow with difficulty.
“I need a moment.” The words rush out as I jump to my feet. Without waiting for Nevaeh to respond, I dash out of the restaurant, desperate for fresh air…because I truly feel like I’m suffocating.
“What do you remember about last night?”
Nevaeh frowns, trailing her fingers over her braid. Her silence is deafening, and I’m slowly losing my shit. Please, say something.
“I remember that after the casino we went to the bar, and we were playing Truth or Dare.” She trails off, twisting her lips into a little grimace. I wait, praying she remembers more than I do. “I think we went somewhere…but I don’t remember where, exactly, or what we were doing. Why? I mean, we made it back to our room, right? Sure, I fell asleep in your bed, which I’m really sorry for. But I was fully dressed when I woke up, so I don’t think anything happened between us. Is that what’s bothering you?”
“No, of course not. I know nothing happened,” I blurt, mentally slapping myself when I notice how her gaze darkens. Fuck, this shit is messing with my head. “I’m just worried we did something…extremely stupid.”
“Such as?” She arches her eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.
Instead of answering, I pull my phone out of my pocket and show her the articles I discovered in my browser. Nevaeh keeps silent at first, but then she bursts out laughing.
“You think we got married?” I nod, and she only snorts louder. “Roman, that’s absolutely ridiculous. I broke up with Travis because I realized he was going to propose to me. I’m not ready for marriage; I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. There is no way I would have agreed to get married, even if I was drunk as shit.”
Something flashes in my head, a fleeting memory. But no matter how hard I try to catch it, it’s gone. The only thing I’m sure about is that I heard her talking about not being ready for marriage.
Leaning back in my chair, I put an open palm to the top of my head, barely listening to Nevaeh’s rambling. She goes on and on about her ex, about how she got sick when she saw the ring. Grabbing her purse, she takes her phone out and starts looking for something.
Suddenly she shuts up; her face becomes pale. My heart drops to my feet, beating so loud it almost deafens me.
“What is it?” I ask.
With trembling hands, she puts her phone on the table and pushes it toward me. I look down, gaping at a picture of a marriage license with our names. My mouth becomes dry, and I swallow with difficulty.
“I need a moment.” The words rush out as I jump to my feet. Without waiting for Nevaeh to respond, I dash out of the restaurant, desperate for fresh air…because I truly feel like I’m suffocating.
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