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stow my pearl necklace and clit ring in their box, and fall into bed. Cruze is already asleep. He drank a lot too and he has to get up early for work.
    I lay there, listening to Cruze breathe, and I can’t help but think about Zane.
    “I adore you,” he’d said. And the look on his face? I knew he meant it. I’d told him I adored him too, but it felt like more. It feels like more.
    Goddamn, I’ve never felt like this. I’m not sure if it’s some kind of lusty haze, just me wanting what I can’t have or if I truly have feelings for him. It’s seems impossible. Highly improbable. My heart beats faster and I can’t deny that I’m feeling something, something that has nothing to do with fucking or sex or lust or more fucking. But doing those things with Zane is incredible too. Shit. I think I actually like being around Zane.
    What. The. Fuck.
    When Cruze’s alarm goes off at six in the morning, I’ve decided one thing. I need some time away from Cruze and Zane. I need some time by myself.
    After Cruze showers and is dressed, I break the news over breakfast.
    “I’m going to move into my house today.”
    He stops buttering his toast. “Why? Did I do something? Was last night too much fun?” His face is filled with worry.
    “No. Not at all.” I kiss him as a way of soothing his ego.
    “What then?” He goes back to buttering his toast.
    “So much has happened lately. I feel like I’m just flitting from one thing to the next.” I didn’t say what I really meant, which was that I was flitting from one man to the next. I hadn’t had a chance to really find out what I was feeling. “With my brother dying…” I let the sentence trail off.
    “Okay,” he says, taking a bite of toast and chewing. I watch his mouth move, mesmerized. He is a fantastic lover, a fantastic guy. I wish I knew what the fuck my problem is. Zane is bad. He did something so awful, he’s in hiding. Why would I want a man like him? Not when I have this gorgeous man in front of me, sharing his space, his life, his feelings… all of himself.
    After Cruze swallows, he continues, “I understand.” He stands, brushes nonexistent crumbs off his lap, and gulps down the rest of his orange juice. “We’ve been taking things really fast. It went from a fuck to flirting to a date to living together. How about we go back to flirting and dating?”
    I take a sip of tea. “I’d like that.” I’m not hungry, so I push my scrambled eggs around, moving them from side to side on my plate. “We’ll take things slow.”
    He nods. “By your house, you’re talking about Zane’s house, right?” His voice is harsh and I realize he isn’t being sweet about this, but is actually upset.
    “It’s my house. Zane gave it to me and Zane is gone.”
    He pushes in his chair. “Sure. Whatever you have to tell yourself, Cade.”
    I sigh. “Shit, Cruze. I’m not trying to hurt you or make you mad. I just really need some time to myself.” I throw the napkin in my lap on the plate along with my fork. I’m just wasting time anyway.
    “Of course.” He picks up his cell phone and walks to the door. “I’ll call you.”
    The door to the hotel slams. I know I should be upset. He is a sweet guy. He also has an ego that needs constant stroking. So yeah, he’s kind and caring, but he can also be a self-centered ass. Instead of feeling upset, I’m actually relieved.
    It’s time to live on my own for a while.

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    I pack up my stuff and take a cab to Zane’s house. The drive is uneventful, though long. The cab driver has country music twanging through the speakers. He sings along at random moments.
    I’m doing my best to ignore him. My eyes are focused on the landscape beyond the thick traffic. The houses, office buildings, palm trees… a giant billboard of John and Scarlett. His shirt is undone, flashing his perfect chest and abs. Her hand is on his chest and she’s looking up at him like she’d gladly have his babies.