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“So we didn’t need to introduce ourselves.” “No.” He stepped closer without releasing her hand. “But I wanted an excuse to touch you.”
“I usually get up earlier, but we had a late night.” Blake smiled, remembering how adorable Farrah looked when she was sleepy. Wait. Adorable? Where the hell did that come from?
“Leo’s a crush. I want big, crazy, stupid love. The kind that’s worthy of Hollywood.” Farrah sighed. “I just want to know what that feels like.”
Now, you know what they say. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. In this case, that ‘someone else’ is a Greek-god lookalike whose name rhymes with Jake Bryan.”
she lay there and wondered why, exactly, she was fantasizing about sex with Blake Ryan. Deep down, she knew the answer. I am so screwed.
Blake stilled. “Who’s Josh?” “My cousin.”
“You can either stay in your comfort zone or do something that makes your heart goddamn race. One’s safe. The other is scary as hell. You know where the safe path takes you—but it only takes you that far. The scary path? No one knows. It could be awful. Or it could be the best decision you’ll ever make.”
Deep down, he knew what she was going to say. He’d interrupted her with a lie because he was too scared to admit what he’d known all along, but after today there was no use denying it: Blake was in love with Farrah. He was in so deep, he didn’t have a devil’s chance of getting out, and what’s more, he didn’t want to. Blake closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. I am so fucked.
“I think—” Blake’s voice turned rough. “You’re a smart-ass who’s too stubborn for your own good. I think you drive me crazier than any person ought to. And I think I might die if I can’t be with you.”
“Do you need to—” “I love you.” The words rolled off his tongue, sweet and rich like honey.
You said once every second counts, and I don’t want another second to go by without you knowing that I am totally, completely, one hundred percent in love with you.”
“When I met you, I told myself I wasn’t going to fall for you.” Jesus. Her words cut like a surgical knife through Blake’s heart. “I understand.” He needed to get out of here. “I’m supposed to meet Luke for dinner so I’ll—” “But I did.” He couldn’t stay here a minute longer. He needed to go—wait, what? Blake’s head snapped up. “What did you say?” “I did fall in love with you.”
That was the one thing she’d never tolerate in a relationship—cheating. It wasn’t about the physical act. It was about the trust. Once broken, it was hard, if not impossible, to mend.
“Farrah.” His voice sounded like a bomb going off in the silence. “I got back with my ex-girlfriend over the holidays. I didn’t know how to tell you. I love her, and I made a mistake here. With us. But I’m trying to fix it.”
“Why? Why did you pretend you cared? Was it some sick joke? You wanted to see whether I’d be gullible enough to fall for you? Well, congratu-fucking-lations.” Tears burned her eyes. “You won. Blake Ryan, the champion. Your father was right. You shouldn’t have quit. No one plays the game better than you.”
“But you taught me some important lessons. One day, I’ll find the person I can trust more than anyone else because you showed me everything I shouldn’t look for.”
