Her stomach dipped, and warmth spread from her center up to her chest.
“I have some idea,” she whispered back, her own hands trailing down his arms and then back up. She tilted her head to look at him, and he cradled her face in his hands, like she was something precious. His thumb brushed across her lower lip. Without thinking, she captured it with her teeth, biting gently and running her tongue across it.
A small, tortured groan escaped him.
“I want to live up to your expectations,” he breathed heavily, “and that means I have to be honorable.” He started to pull away.
“Screw honorable,” she said, her heart beating rapidly as her hands pushed under his shirt, his velvet skin warm against hers—and she wanted him now. Needed him. To move against him. To feel his calloused palms scraping against the sensitive skin of her stomach, her inner thighs. She arched against him, closing her eyes.
“Damn it, Sadie,” he ground out, his voice low and rough. “You’re making this impossible. I need to tell you something,” he murmured against her hair before pulling back and looking into her eyes. His hands were warm on her shoulders. Like he was steadying himself.
“What?” Her breath was ragged, and she couldn’t look away from his lips.
“I’m engaged.”
Her eyes snapped to his, all threads of desire doused in disbelief.
Impossible.
The heat in her stomach hardened into ice.
Whatever she’d been expecting, it hadn’t been this.
“To be married?”
“What other kind of engaged is there?”
This wasn’t happening. Not again. She pushed him, hard, his hands falling from her shoulders.
“I tried to tell you,” he said, his voice a shade of agony.
“Tried? You tried? It’s pretty simple, Jake,” she spat. “Two words. Two words that could have been said at any time!” But even as she said it, she remembered all the times he’d said he’d needed to tell her something. And every time she’d pushed it away. Because she’d known it was something she didn’t want to hear. And like a child covering their ears, she’d refused to listen.
“I—I know. But every time I was about to, we got interrupted. And then Gigi. And I just wanted a little bit longer. A little bit more time with you before, well, before this.”
Her pulse was jumpy, and a cold sweat was breaking out on her forehead.
“How long?” she demanded.
“A few months.”
“Why the hell did you move back here?”
He ran a hand through his hair.
“Have you ever been at a point in your life where you felt like everything was finally going the way it was supposed to?”
“Yeah, and then you left. And here we are again. With me stupidly thinking we might have a chance in hell. But of course it can never be that simple with you,” she said.
“But life isn’t simple. It’s not black and white like that, Sade. It’s messy and hard and heartbreaking. And those are the things that knock the rough edges off. That make life worth living.”
“That’s rich, coming from you. I like my rough edges just fine,” she seethed, but she wasn’t sure she believed herself. Not anymore.
“They don’t protect you as much as you think.”
She wanted to tell him that she kept things black and white because it was easier when you couldn’t have it all. It made things fall neatly into one category or another: can have, can’t have. It wasn’t a byproduct of magic, but of her personality. Of the way she’d come to see things, growing up. It made her fight harder for the things she did have. Because she would do anything to keep them. And now, here he was again, slipping through her hands. Or no—he hadn’t even been there to begin with.
“Bethany is—” he started.
“Bethany,” she said flatly, hating the way the name tasted on her tongue,
“Yes, Bethany. I was happy with her. Or happy enough, anyway.”
“And what? You started to get cold feet and thought you’d come back here and screw with my heart again? You’re the reason I have trust issues! You’re the reason I’m terrified that everyone is going to leave me. You broke my heart. You broke me.”
“You don’t think I was broken too? I wanted to come back. To you. But I knew I’d messed up too badly. And still, you were the only one I could imagine spending the rest of my life with. When I finally decided to come back, I’d heard Randy or someone had proposed to you.”