“But youran,” I reminded him, voice shaking. “I didn't think I would even see you again. I thought Ibrokeyou.”
“You did,” he agreed. “In the best way.”
He leaned toward me, but I leaned back, unable to process what he was saying.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I'm sorry, butno.”
I yanked my hand from his grasp, panic and frustration and the knowledge that I was going to get hurt again making me want to get the fuck out of this car right now andrun.
“I made youcry, Kamran. By sucking your dick... That's not the typical reaction to getting a blowjob,” I informed him.
He bit his lip, obviously trying to stop a smile that couldn't be contained and then gave up and laughed.
“It sounds bad when you say it like that,” he chuckled.
At my gaping, he ran a hand through his hair, messing it all up and making himself look even sexier, which was just not a fair move at all in this situation.
“It made me realize some things,” he finally said. “And it was a lot for me.”
I didn't say anything, waiting for more. He sighed, sagging in his seat.
“When you were doing...that, it made it hard to deny that me and Melissa... well we don't really have any chemistry,” he admitted, going red. “Whenever we’ve had sex it was never so...”
I could barely breathe in anticipation, but Kamran was looking down at his hands where they were clasped on his lap, clearly having difficulty finding words.
“What?” I prompted gently and he sighed, forcing his eyes up to my face, searching it.
“The other day—and every time you touched me—it felt like it meant something,” he admitted. “And I've never felt that before.”
My heart was pounding. I knew what he was saying. It was how I felt too. Like each time our skin brushed it was feeding my verysoul.
But to hear Kamran saying he felt the same thing was surreal.
“But Melissa,” I found myself saying.
He grimaced.
“Yeah. Melissa....”
He shook his head, his gaze flying out to the field in the distance.
“I know we need to figure out all the hard stuff, but every time I try, we end up arguing or not talking at all.”
“The hard stuff?”
“Yeah, all the typical divorce stuff, you know. She doesn't even know that I know about her cheating yet. I guess I keep putting off the inevitable.”
Oh fuck. He reallywasgoing to be getting a divorce. And he came here forme.
My heart was running a fucking marathon as I tried to remain sitting calmly in my seat waiting for him to say all the things I'd been dreaming about for years now.
“I just want to make sure I'm not about to lose both my wifeandmy best friend,” he said.
“You won’t lose me,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he said carefully. “Because I've never felt like this aboutanyonebefore.”
Oh god. Now there was no way that I could contain the trembling.
