my ex-girlfriend, not my ex-wife. And honestly, I’m not sure ‘girlfriend’ is even the right word for what we had. We never discussed the nature of it, never put our relationship in a box. But whatever. That’s completely beside the point.” Chase sat up again and took Jamie’s hands in his. “The point is, you don’t have to tiptoe around the subject of Anna with me. I’m here. You’re here. There are issues, yes, and I’m not saying I don’t care about them, because I do. But…I don’t want to care about them right now. I just want to be with you right now.”
Jamie shifted on the bed, torn between awkwardness and worry and desire. “I want to be with you, too. I just…I’m worried we’re…I don’t know. Never mind. It’s nothing.”
Chase hissed in exasperation. “Oh, come on Jamie! Don’t give me that ‘it’s nothing’ bullshit. Say what you think. Say what you feel.”
Jamie tugged the blankets down and tucked the flat sheet over her chest. “I’m worried we rushed into this.”
“Rushed—Jamie…how can you think that? How long have we been denying what we feel for each other?”
“Not that. This,” Jamie said, gesturing to their naked bodies, to the bed. “Both of us were with other people, like today .”
Chase growled in frustration, rubbing his palm over his head, a gesture Jamie was learning meant extreme distress and helplessness. “Fuck. Fuck, you’re right.” He settled the sheet over his lap, hiding his softening erection. “I wish I could deny it, but I can’t. I can’t say it didn’t mean anything to me, because it did.”
“What did?”
Chase hesitated. “Being with Tess.”
“Oh.” Her voice was small. “I’m sorry, Chase. I wish…I wish this conversation could have waited until after we’d been able to—”
“No, it’s probably better this way. I don’t know what we’re supposed to do, though. You know? I mean, yeah, I was with someone else earlier today. So were you. I don’t like the thought of you with another man any more than you like the thought of me with another woman. But it’s the facts, and you can’t change facts.” He took one of her hands in his, rubbing the pad of his thumb across one of her fingernails. “So are we supposed to wait a specific period of time? A day? A week? A month? How long is appropriate? We’ve already talked about why we were with other people and what it meant to us and all that. I don’t see any reason to go back over all that.”
“I don’t want to wait, either, Chase, but—”
“How long is long enough? What’s the right reset period, or whatever? I’m not being flippant. I’m not just trying to gloss over the problem so we can get it on. I’m asking honestly.”
The sincerity and confusion and anguish in his eyes had Jamie scooting closer to him. Chase moved so he was leaning back against the bed, partially sitting and partially reclining, then pulled Jamie over to him so she was resting her head on his chest, the sheet covering both of them. Jamie took a few deep breaths, taking in his scent, the feel of his muscles under her cheek, his broad male bulk a comforting presence as much as it was a sensual turn-on. Her hand settled on his diaphragm, between his chest and belly, and he tangled his fingers with hers.
Silence stretched out as Jamie tried to come up with an answer, but all she could think of in the moment was how perfect and comforting and warm it was being held by Chase. His arm around her shoulders, tucking her close against him, his fingers tangled with hers, the rise and fall of his breathing, the faint thump of his heartbeat….
He felt like home.
“I don’t know what the answer is, Chase. But I’ve just spent so long ignoring the truth about so many things, I can’t—I can’t do it anymore.”
“What truths have you ignored?”
She snorted. “God. Everything. For most of my adult life I’ve ignored how lonely I was. How miserable and fucking