Sparks Fly by Nicole Douglas

Author:Nicole Douglas [Douglas, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Lacey

Seeing Max’s face in my doorway in the middle of the night is a surprise. I instantly wake, enlivened like I just drank water after spending days in the arid desert. Three days to be exact.

“What are you doing here?”

Seeing him tonight is just what I’ve needed. I recognize this as I feel a wash of happiness. A dark cloud lifts from over me that I wasn’t even aware had been there until this moment. It was as if each second that passed without hearing from him had dragged me a little deeper into a gray tunnel.

To be fair he had texted a few times. I hadn’t answered because I wasn’t sure what to say.

The way he acted around his brother made me second guess what I was beginning to feel for him and everything I knew to be true about him. He obviously hadn’t been feeling anything back. He didn’t share the same feelings I had or he wouldn’t have acted like I was something that needed to be hidden in the closet when his family stopped by for a visit.

“I missed you.” His eyes drop to my lips longingly but he stands outside waiting for an invitation. He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels nervously.

“I missed you too.”

His shoulders relax in relief. That was all it took for him to step inside across the threshold of my doorway and lean in for a kiss hello. Hesitant lips meet mine and I throw myself into it, trying to show him how much I missed these kisses over these past couple of lonely days.

I knew how to show him how badly I wanted him. I drop to my knees in front of him and freeze. The sight in front of me sends a sharp twist of dread and pain to my gut.

“Where were you tonight?” I ask softly although I have no right to demand any answers. If he chooses to tell me it’s not my business I think it would crush my already cracking heart.

His brows crinkle in confusion at the abrupt halt. “At my dad’s.”

His dad’s.

He was at his dad’s where the supposed parade of women he slept with before me all lived. That explained everything.

Cringing inside I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stave off the tears that sting the back of my eyelids. It feels like a literal slap in my face.

“Ok well that explains why you have lipstick on your damn pants.”

Bright red lipstick to be exact.

I knew for a fact it wasn’t an old stain. That was a possibility I would love to cling to if I could. But I had seen these jeans on him countless times. They were his favorite pair. I had washed them for him when he stayed the night so many times in a row I had a full load of laundry to do between the two of us.

I knew damn well there were no lipstick smears on the crotch.

Suddenly I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of what must have happened tonight.

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