I roll away from him and hug my pillow. “I love you, too.”
EIGHT
I STRAP THE girls into their car seats and kiss them both goodbye. “I’ll be home in one week,” I say.
“How long is a week?” Andi asks.
“It’s only thirty days,” Chloe says.
“Seven, actually,” I correct.
“No, it’s thirty,” Chloe says. “Sometimes thirty-one. My teacher said.”
I don’t bother fighting this battle. I just smile and say, “Okay. Thirty days.” Either way, they don’t really have a concept of how long a day is, or a week or a month.
I close their car door and Michael pulls me in for a goodbye hug. He kisses my cheek. “I’m glad we came,” he says. “Maybe last night was the inspiration you needed.”
He has no idea.
“I’m glad you came too,” I say. I give him a quick peck and watch as he gets in the car and backs it out of the driveway. I wave at the girls until I can no longer see their car.
When I’m certain they’re gone, I head back into the house to grab my phone. I need to call Saint. He’s all I’ve been able to think about since last night.
I don’t get far. As soon as I open the door front door to the cabin and walk inside, Saint is somehow standing right in front of me.
A shiver of terror slides over me.
How did he get inside?
How long has he been here?
Saint closes the front door and locks it, shoving me against it. He grips my jaw with a firm hand and then kisses me, hard.
I don’t know what it is about this game we’re playing that I love so much, but rather than push him away like I should, I moan and pull him to me.
I think it’s the careless danger surrounding Saint’s actions that draws me to him. He takes risks that Michael never would. He puts me in uncomfortable situations.
And he enjoys every second of it.
Saint pulls back and presses his forehead to mine. “Get in the shower and wash him off.”
I find that command surprisingly insulting. “Fuck you.”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me in the direction of my bedroom. “Not until you wash him off.”
He gets me all the way to the bathroom door before I try to defend myself. Part of me wants to run from him, but most of me is curious where this will lead. I pull my wrist from his grasp. “You’re insane.”
He pulls me into the bathroom and then grips the back of my head. “And you fucking love it,” he says, right before his mouth comes down on mine. He’s unbuttoning my jeans while he kisses me. When he gets them unzipped, he tears his mouth from mine and kneels in front of me, removing my jeans and my panties, urging me to step out of them. Then he’s pulling my shirt over my head.
He turns on the shower and looks at me expectantly. “Get in, Megan.”
I love that he doesn’t call me Reya in this moment. When he says my real name, it makes it seem like he really is jealous. I step into the shower, just as he starts to remove his own clothes.
I know he locked the front door, but Michael could come back. If he forgot something and came back…
My thoughts are broken when Saint steps into the shower with me. He grabs the shower head and pulls it off the holder. He places it between my legs, and I gasp because the water is still cold.
“What are you doing?”
He presses his mouth to my ear. “Washing him off your cunt so I can eat it.”
His words make me physically shudder. I lean my head against the shower wall and forget all about Michael.
NINE
THINGS HAVE BEEN relatively calm since Michael and the girls left. Saint has spent most of those nights with me but said he couldn’t stay with me last night.
I didn’t ask him why. I know why.
Saint works day shift as a detective, but he can be called in at any time. I assume that’s how he can get away with not being with his wife some nights, because she believes he’s out working calls.
I don’t ask. Not because I’m not curious, but because I have no room to pry. He doesn’t ask me about Michael and the girls, so I don’t ask him about his wife.
When we’re together, we’re Cam and Reya.
Saint and I have spent several nights together in complete character. We pretend