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After I clean myself off and shut the water, I turn for my towel that hangs on the glass. I freeze, noticing a shadow by the crack of the bathroom door. I had closed that door… Lily. Please, no. The bottom of my stomach falls. The worst thing that could happen: turning on Lily Calloway while she’s supposed to be celibate.
“Just know how ugly I am, and maybe you’ll be turned off.” That’s a strong maybe. “You’re ugly,” I say, trying to buy into his words. “So ugly.” “Grotesque and smelly. Oh, God, you don’t even want to inhale around me, I smell so bad.” He wafts his hand in front of his face with a mock cringe. I bite my lip, suppressing a smile. He smells really good actually. Like soap and citrus. “You stink,” I say. “You are incredibly repulsed by me.”
I wait for Connor to banter back and ease the tension. Like he always does. But he stares off at the rug, not even looking in my direction. “Come on, it was a joke,” I say dryly, my ribs binding around my lungs. Connor suddenly rises to his feet, visibly upset. And he’s trying hard to hide it, avoiding everyone’s gazes. “You’ll have to excuse me for a second,” he says softly, sidestepping past the armrest.
Humans are cursed, I think. These are emotions too complex to overcome. Maybe it’ll take a lifetime to finally let go.
It’s like embracing the happiest parts of yourself. I can’t quite explain what it feels like—but I’m certain it’s somewhere near heaven.
I’ve rehearsed this speech a thousand times in my head. I’ve imagined her reaction a million different ways. Some indifferent. Others warm and apologetic. Standing here now, I wonder which one I’ll meet, which reality is mine.
There’s one thing I never want to do—and it’s be so blind to my kid’s life because I can’t see my own faults.
After a quick decision, I roll onto my belly, untwisting a bit. Now I’m in the perfect position for my favorite position. I prop myself on my elbows and peek back at Lo. He’s watching me intently while he casually sips his water. Torture. Sheer torture. “You just gonna stand there?” I ask. “Maybe.”
“He’d love it,” I tell Rose. I can see his million-dollar grin at the mere thought of this saying on Rose’s ass.
And then his hands fall to my waist. And then lower. To my ass. My heart thuds. Especially as his hands vanish beneath my dress. Oh wait…he saw me bend down and… He snaps the hem of my panties, and I almost crumble in his arms. “Where’d you get these?” he asks, turning me around, so my ass faces him. And then he lifts up my dress. I’m caught already.
For the first time, I yearn for tomorrow and cherish yesterday and live for today.
The moment she runs straight out of the ballroom with the biggest, brightest smile. She’s a ball of light that Ryke is going to catch up to. I can see it in his eyes.
“My hands are full,” Lo lies. But he demonstrates by wrapping his arms underneath the navy-blue sling. Moffy smacks his lips together and then gurgles a noise like ahh. My smile cannot be stopped. Connor adds, “Same.” He lifts Jane to illustrate his predicament. Her lips part in a half-sleep, cuddling with her stuffed lion and then tucking into her father’s chest for warmth and security.

