Getting it out of our system.
And the easiest and best way for her to know it can’t happen again was to end it firmly.
Even if I hate myself for doing it.
I couldn’t go out there, clean her up, and then embark on round two.
It would have only made both of us want more.
Linc could have come back at any moment.
And then what would have happened?
Would he have told Coach, or would he have kept our dirty little secret?
I refuse to drag anyone else into my mess.
It’s already bad enough that we’ve both found ourselves entwined in this.
It’s her fault. She did this, a little voice pipes up.
If she hadn’t tricked me, seduced me that night, I wouldn’t be here right now with guilt eating me from the inside out.
The worst of it is, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to leave it where we did last night.
Everything feels wrong.
I lied to her.
I lied to her and made her feel like what we had was nothing more than a quick fuck.
I treated her like the bunnies of my past. But that’s not who she is or what she deserves.
The guys chat happily around me about their plans for the afternoon and evening once we land back in LA, but despite having a date with Sutton when I get home, all I can think about is the woman sitting across the restaurant.
She looks utterly defeated, and it’s my fault.
Everything inside me screams to go over and talk to her, to apologize.
But I can’t.
She’s sitting with Coach.
Even if she wasn’t, I couldn’t go over. Not with all the guys watching.
Linc could do it and no one would question him.
But me?
Not a chance.
So instead, I drag my eyes away and stare at the menu as if it’s the most interesting thing I’ve ever read.
Eventually, both Casey and Parker push their chairs back to leave.
We might be on the other side of the restaurant, but I can see from here that Casey has barely eaten anything.
Another thing to add to my guilt levels.
