CHAPTER 11The kitchen felt too small after Luca walked out.Xavier's hand stayed on my lower back for one second longer than it should have — warm, heavy, deliberate — and then he pulled it away. I didn't look at him. I set my coffee cup down without drinking from it and went straight upstairs. Locked the door. Sat on the edge of the bed.And didn't move for a long time.I turned everything over until my head ached with the weight of it. Luca was a cheat. I'd watched him with my own eyes — bent some girl over the back of the couch, laughing, calling me frigid, announcing to a stranger that I was just a prop he planned to keep on a shelf after the wedding. He didn't love me. He probably never had. Whatever this engagement was, it had never been what I told myself it was.But I wasn't clean either.I had let Xavier touch me in this house. In his bed. Against his wall. I had come on his mouth while Luca slept forty feet away. I was wearing Luca's ring when Xavier pushed inside me, and I
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