Jack crawled into bed next to her, and she could feel her pulse in the tips of her fingers.
He set her body on fire.
“Lex,” he whispered.
She could feel the charged space between them and realized that she was even more awake now than she had been before.
“I can’t…”
Lexi pushed her body into him, and he stopped talking. She relaxed against his chest, fitting into him like the missing puzzle piece. His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, his head falling onto her shoulder.
“God, you smell so good,” he groaned, breathing her in.
His body was warm, and together like this, it was like an inferno. They hadn’t been together like this since his birthday and before that…New York. All of the resistance that she had put up melted away in an instant, and she wondered how she had ever said no. She remembered why she had been an idiot all those years. She remembered why it had all been worth it to her.
But she wouldn’t…couldn’t do this with him. She was still engaged. If she slept with Jack tonight, like her body was practically demanding in that moment, then she would be completely in the wrong. It wouldn’t be her decision with Ramsey anymore. She would have f**ked up another relationship, no matter if it was already in a weakened condition. She had sworn she would never do that to Ramsey…ever. Even where they were now, she knew that she had to hold on to that. If she were with Jack now, then she would be no better than Ramsey having feelings for Parker.
With a groan, Lexi pulled away from Jack. “I can’t either,” she said, turning to face him.
He dropped his head to the pillow with a sigh. “I know.”
“We’re friends,” she said, trying to put back up the barrier that they had worked so hard to achieve, the barrier she had single-handedly knocked down.
“I can’t just be your friend,” he breathed huskily into the darkness.
Lexi couldn’t make out the outline of his jawline or the smirk she knew that played across his face or the shaggy set of his hair that perpetually fell into his eyes. But she knew what it all looked like by memory. His breath, hot on her face, made her eyes close, conjuring those memories that she desperately tried to hold back.
“You have to be,” she managed to get out. She didn’t even sound like herself. She wasn’t herself when she was with him. She was his.
Seth had said it the best all that time ago—when they were together, there was no one else.
“No.” His hand found her fingers and slowly pried them apart, and then he slipped his hand into hers.
She didn’t even fight him.
“See.”
“What?” she asked, pressing her palm against his as his thumb stroked up her hand.
“We fit together perfectly,” he murmured. “Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
Lexi whimpered at the words falling from his lips that she so desperately craved. It wasn’t fair. It was too late. Too damn late. Why now?
“No, Jack.”
“We’ve tried being friends. It was the only thing we hadn’t tried,” he said, his voice changing.
He had a commanding edge to him that pushed aside what she had been saying.
“I gave it a shot, Lex. I gave you your space. I let you be happy. That’s what you said you wanted.” He gripped her hand a little harder. “How did that work out? Are you happy? Are you happy without me?”
“Jack,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes once again.
“I know I wasn’t.”
Chapter 21
Lexi spent the next four days, alternating between locking herself away at work and Jack’s apartment. The case was coming to a close. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel. At least things were going well in her professional life even if her personal life was shit. Her secretary had even stopped her on Monday morning to ask if she was all right. Lexi hadn’t thought that she looked that bad, but apparently, that hadn’t been the case.
She had splurged over the weekend and bought some new clothes, so she wouldn’t have to go home. She had felt guilty about it…about spending the money and about avoiding her place.
She had known she needed to talk to Ramsey. He had freaked out when she hadn’t come home the next night.
At nearly midnight, she had returned to Jack’s place, and she hadn’t responded to any of Ramsey’s messages or calls during the day. She hadn’t been able to talk to him. The memory of being locked in Jack’s arms, falling asleep in them, waking up in them, had kept her from being able to speak to Ramsey.
Nothing had happened, but still…something had happened.
Lexi had finally broken down and texted Ramsey.
I’m all right, but I don’t know when I’ll be coming back.
The response had been instantaneous.
Please come home. I’m sorry. I’m losing my mind over here. I can’t lose you, too.
Lexi had almost broken down at those words. Her heart had felt like someone had rolled over it with a steamroller. Every muscle in her body had itched to walk back to her car and comfort him. But she hadn’t.
I need some time away.
We should talk about this. Please come home and talk to me about this.
I can’t. Just give me some time, she had responded, biting down hard on her lip.
Where are you? I’ll come to you.
Yeah, she wasn’t even going to go there. If Ramsey knew that she was with Jack, he might do something drastic…like drive over here and come find her. She had remembered only a week ago when his fist had connected with John’s face. She had doubted he would be so merciful with Jack.
I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to go.
She had turned off her phone and tossed in her purse. She hadn’t spoken to him since.
Three days later, and still, all she wanted to do was sleep.
Jack had given her a key to the place, so she could come and go as she pleased. He hadn’t even hesitated. He had just placed it in her hand Friday morning before he had left for work. It hadn’t really mattered because she hadn’t been there without him, but it had been a nice feeling.
She slid the key into the lock and opened the door to the quiet apartment. She knew it was late. She wasn’t expecting Jack to be awake. The past three nights, she had found him passed out on the couch when she got back. She would shake him awake to let him know that she was home, and he would sit up to talk to her about her day, to try to get her mind off of everything else. She would relax back into his lap, and he would stroke her hair until she stopped speaking and fell asleep.
The next morning, she would wake up alone, wrapped in his sheets after he had carried her exhausted body into bed. It was the only way she found some peace from the headache and the heartache.
But tonight, when she quietly closed the door behind her and walked into the living room, Jack was sitting on the couch with his hands clasped together, staring at the coffee table.
“Hey. Did something happen?” Lexi asked, dropping her bag and walking over to him.
Jack dropped his head and then sat up straight. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me, too,” she said hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”
“Ramsey called me.”
“He did?” she asked, her stomach dropping out. What did Jack talk to him about? Did he tell Ramsey that she was staying here? She glanced back at the door, wondering if Ramsey would be breaking it down any minute. “What did he say?”
“He wanted to know if I’d heard from you.”
“What, um…what did you tell him?” she asked, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“I told him that I had and to give you some space. He didn’t really like that answer.”
“Did you tell him I was here?” she squeaked.
Jack arched an eyebrow incredulously and stood. “I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t have told him. I’ve still kind of been waiting for him to show up all afternoon.”
“Oh,” she said with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that to your doorstep.”
She stared down at her feet and tried to figure out what the hell had become of her life. If Ramsey came here and messed with Jack because she had needed someone, then she was going to be so pissed. But she didn’t want Jack to have to go through that. She just wanted to do the right thing.
“Do you want me to go?”
His face showed actual shock at her conclusion. “How could you think that? I don’t want you to leave. That’s the exact opposite of what I want.”
“Ramsey punched John at Chyna’s wedding. I don’t want him to come here and do that to you. You don’t deserve it when you’ve been nothing but supportive of me through all of this.”
“My attorney would probably love for Ramsey to come and beat the shit out of me,” he said with a sad laugh. “Then, we might be able to do something about this situation the Bridges are throwing on my table.”
“What are they doing?”
“Besides Bekah divorcing me? Besides trying to take me for every penny I’m worth? Besides dragging my name through the mud? Besides all but forcing me out of the company?” he asked.
“They can’t fire you over this!” Lexi cried.
“Oh no, they’re not firing me. They’re just strongly encouraging me to seek employment elsewhere.”
Lexi’s mouth dropped open. “They can’t do that.”
“And why not? They own half of Atlanta. They’re not going to get in trouble for kicking out one employee. And even if it came to that, they would just get a pat on the hand, saying don’t do that again. It’s okay. Really. This whole situation has made me see things very clearly,” he told her. “Seven months separated from Bekah, and I see the kind of person she is. I get what you were saying all along.”
That she was a lying, conniving, manipulative bitch? Yes, that was what she had been saying all along. She was so glad that Jack was really realizing all of this, but she did hate that he had to get hurt so much to realize it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You’re the last person to blame.” He reached forward and cupped her chin, tilting her face back up to his. “You tried to tell me. I was the one who didn’t listen.”
“I’m just sorry that you’re going through this,” she said, gazing back up into those eyes.
“And I’m sorry that I hurt you, Lex.” He sighed and stroked his thumb down her cheek instinctually. “You’ve been hurt too much by too many people.”
Lexi blinked back tears and pulled away from him. “We should go to sleep,” she whispered.
“Not yet. I wanted to talk to you,” he said with a sigh. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since you’ve been here, thinking about how we were, how we are.”
She turned her head and assessed him. He was staring at her with some fierce intensity. He hadn’t been waiting up to tell her about Ramsey. He had been waiting up to talk to her about whatever was on his mind now.
“What about us?” That word felt so foreign yet so familiar.