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“It was nice,” I say stiffly.
My voice might be tense, but the rest of me isn’t. His body heat is bleeding over to my side of the bed, an immediate gust of comfort. Like I’ve been bundled by a cozy blanket or stepped under the warm spray of a shower.
“Nice,” Kit muses. “What was lackluster? The fireworks? The champagne tower? The?—”
“Did you forget where your roomwas?”
Or that we fought earlier?I add silently.
He should be mad at me.I’mmad at me. Yet he’s acting … normal.
“My room’s occupied.”
“By …”
“By people not sleeping.”
“Doesn’t this place have, like, twenty bedrooms?”
“Twenty-four, yeah. I wanted to check on you.”
“Well, you didn’t have to climb into bed with me to do it.”
I hear the rustle as his head turns on the pillow. Feel the weight of his eyes tracing my profile as I stare at the ceiling.
“Do you want me to go?”
“Do you snore?”
“You tell me. You’re the only person I’ve slept with before.”
I blink rapidly at the ceiling, trying to clear the tears before he notices. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
Kit lets out a long exhale, tucking an arm behind his head. “I don’t want you to be sorry.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Still?”
That coaxes a small smile out of me. “I’m pregnant, Kit. I’m hormonal, and I’m tired, and I’m stressed, and I’m getting fat, and I really did not need to see you out on the patio with another woman. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don’t trust me. I’m waiting for you to realize I trapped you with this kid, and I … I … Idowant to date you. I’m just not sure whyyouwant to dateme. You could have anyone.”
I wasn’t enough for Isaac, and he was inferior to Kit in every way.
I can’t hold the tears back anymore. The salty water slips down my face silently, dampening the pillow and dripping into my ears.
“Collins.” His tone is tender. “C’mere.” Kituntucks his arm, holding it out to me.
I roll so my face is resting on his chest. His arm curls around my waist, tucking me securely against his body. His other hand swipes across my cheeks, clearing the wet tracks.
“I trust you,” I tell him.
“You should. I’m not your ex.”
I blow out a long breath. “Isaac isn’t the only reason I have trust issues.”
Kit’s silent, waiting for me to continue.
“The spring of my senior year of college, I was headed to the library to study one weekend. I decided to stop by my dad’s office to say hi. He wasn’t there, but he was in one of the labs across the hallway. Kissing some woman who wasnotmy mother.”