Hendrix - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,51
my lap. “I gave them to her.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “She said she needed old pictures of us to start the dialogue that we've dated in the past, so I emailed her a few.”
The corners of his mouth raise. “You sending them to her isn't the part that surprises me. The fact that you still had them is.”
We're encroaching on dangerous territory again, but I can't run away every time the conversation gets a little risky. I need to learn how to steer it back to the safe zone. Reaching over, I grab the phone and pull it from his hand.
“Is this the whole article?” I question, scrolling up to the top.
“Yeah,” he answers. “I think it's going exactly how she wanted it to.”
Hendrix's Mystery Girl: New Lover or Old Flame?
Now, you know we're always ones for the hot gossip, and this topic is no different. While everyone has been speculating about Colby Hendrix and Topher James's ex, Saige Ambrose, we've managed to find a pretty reliable source who gave us the 411. According to them, these two are anything but new. It turns out they were pretty hot and heavy together up until Colby was drafted to play for the 49ers. Now, I don't know about you, but the only thing rushing through my head now is who's the dad to that adorable little girl? If you know us, you know we'll get down to the bottom of this. Until then, enjoy these swoon-worthy pictures of Colby and Saige from back in the day.
“It looks good,” I acknowledge. “Would look better if they stopped referring to me as Topher's ex.”
He laughs and moves closer to look with me. “What else would you like to be called? Colby's baby mama?”
I shove an elbow into his side playfully. “You're a jerk.”
The two of us scroll through the photos I hadn't let myself look at for years. A part of me wanted to get rid of them, and believe me when I say Maddie offered to do it for me, but I could never bring myself to do it. There was always something holding me back—whether it be Brenna or misplaced hope.
“Oh my God, I remember that one,” he says, pointing to one of us with icing all over our faces. “You smashed Maddie's birthday cake into my face, so I smeared it all over yours.”
There isn't anything in the world that could keep me from smiling when I look at the picture. It's always been one of my favorites. We were so unbelievably happy together, and everyone could see it. You'd have to be blind not to.
“We were pretty cute, weren't we?”
He sighs and turns his head away from the phone and toward me. “We always were good together.”
I know I shouldn't, but my body doesn't seem to be listening to me as I let my gaze lock with his. He's closer than I originally realized, and way closer than he should be, but I can't fucking move. It's like a magnet, pulling me in and not letting me go.
His eyes drop down to my lips and back up to my eyes. If I don't stop him, he's going to kiss me. I know this, and yet my mouth just won't open to say the words. The storm booms around us, but nothing compares to the one brewing in my mind right now.
He starts to lean in, and as if I have no control at all, I do, too. Our lips are only centimeters away, and with the slightest move they'd be touching.
Don't kiss me.
Please kiss me.
“Mommy?”
Hearing Brenna's voice is like someone dousing me with a bucket of ice water, and the spell is broken. I spring up and find her standing in the hallway, half asleep and clutching Puddles to her chest.
“The thunder woke me up,” she pouts. “Can I sleep with you?”
“Of course, sweetie. Let’s go cuddle.”
AFTER THE FIRST TIME we had a moment, it was easy to avoid him. All I needed to do was keep my distance while we were together. The rest of the time, I was at Topher's, and he was here. Now, everything’s different. It’s almost impossible to avoid someone you live with.
The first couple days are easy to come up with excuses.
Maddie wants to hang out.
I have to do something for a client.
Brenna needs help with her homework.
I learned that as long as our daughter is around, I'm safe. He won't even consider bringing it up in front of her. When she's not