Drew helped me clean up and then went to the shower. I sat at the table with my laptop and opened up my email while I waited for my turn. I felt like the worse person on earth when I read Dawson’s email.
“Hey, beautiful. I just wanted to see if you were okay. You didn’t call or text me like I asked you to. I’m sure you’re fine. You looked to be very happy when I saw you with your husband this morning. I can’t do this, Ry. I love you, and I want you more than my own life, but I can’t just keep waiting on the sidelines for you to decide what you want. You have a husband for Christ sake. I should step out and let you try to make it work. I don’t want to. I hate the thought of you being with anyone, especially a man that I would love to stick my gun in his mouth, but I have to. It’s breaking my heart, and I just need to distance myself. I love you, and if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.
Fuck…
I wanted to go to him right that second. That wasn’t an option. Drew was in my shower.
I quickly emailed him back. “Don’t you do this, Dawson. I have known my name for two weeks. You can’t expect me to just go back to who I was. I love you too, and you know it. Don’t give up on us, Daw. Please. Give me some time. I am going to North Carolina for a few days next week to try and make some sense of this tangled mess.
Give me that much, please. I don’t want to lose you, Dawson.”
I started to log off of my computer when I saw the, one new message, pop up in the corner. I didn’t want to be talking to him when Drew came out. I had enough to deal with without adding him to it too.
“Is he still there?”
“Yes. He is leaving in the morning. Will you come over tomorrow night so that we can talk?”
“I can’t tell you no. Yes. I will be there.”
“Okay, I will see you tomorrow.” I quickly replied and closed out of the email when I heard Drew open the bathroom door.
Of course he had to be wearing his jeans low on his hips, no shirt and no shoes. He made me want to devour his sexy as hell body with kisses. His hair was uncombed, and only towel dried. Shit. Why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn’t he be ugly? I’m sure it would have helped.
“Your turn,” he said, pulling me from my wicked thoughts about him being naked.
I closed the laptop and grabbed a quick shower and shaved speedily, just in case.
I dressed in short white shorts, with a light pink cami, purposely pulling it up to show my midriff. I walked behind Drew sitting at the table, and ran my hands down his sexy as hell, bare chest.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Maybe I should be the one to step out,” Drew said, moving my hand from his chest and standing.
Dawson’s last message was displayed with the rest of them. “I love you, Riley.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be reading my emails,” I snapped.
“I give up Morgan or Riley, whatever the fuck your name is. That right there tells me that I don’t have a chance in hell.”
“Why, Drew? I never once lied to you about Dawson. You knew that I was supposed to marry him. I told you that I was in love with him. How was I supposed to know that you could be this person?” I said waving my arm around animatedly. “You’re going to get pissed at me because I’m confused about whether I should choose the man that I know will always do right by me. Do you really think that it’s that easy? What, Drew? Do you think I should choose the one that has hurt me more times than I can count?”
“No, Morgan. I think you should choose Robocop.
It’s obvious that you are going to hang over my head what I did, and bring it up every time you get pissed off.”
“What the fuck do you expect, Drew? I have had a hell of a lot of shit dumped in my lap the past couple of weeks. Can you not get that?”
Drew turned and grabbed me by both of my arms, hard. He had the look that used to scare the hell out of me.
My heart plummeted to my stomach. His eyes were dark and cold, the same eyes that I saw so many times, right before his hand came in direct contact with my face.
“I’m scared, Drew,” I whimpered, trying to get him to calm down.
He eased up on his grip and pulled me into his arms. “Jesus Christ, Morgan. Don’t be afraid of me.”
I relaxed. “I’m sorry, Drew,” I apologized. “I know this is hard for you too, but please try to see things from my eyes.”
“I’m trying, baby, believe me I am. What I really want to do is force you to get on that plane with me tomorrow and keep you locked up forever, but I can’t. I don’t want you to ever want to run from me again. It’s kind of like that old saying about if you love something let it go, if it comes back to you, it’s yours forev…”
I laughed, stopping his stupid quote. “Drew, please don’t say that. That is so lame.” I couldn’t help it. I always did hate that saying. I mean come on, If it comes back to you, it’s yours forever if it doesn’t it never was? Can you say puke in my mouth?
Drew sat on the sofa and pulled me to his lap. “I’m going to let you go, Morgan,” he said, looking into my eyes.