"Got any wet wipes?" Hayden asked. "Or another towel? I need to clean up."He was clutching my towel, but it was pretty obvious he wasn't about to use it on his dirty clothes."I've got some face towels," I offered, digging out a couple. "You can wet them and use them the same way."He hesitated, staring at the face towels like they were alien tech or something.I couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously? You've never seen these before?""Yeah, first time," he admitted, which somehow made him even more likable.It kinda made sense, though. He hadn't been in a relationship and didn't have any women in his life. And honestly, face towels were a pretty recent trend anyway."They're disposable face towels, mostly for women," I explained, wetting one and handing it to him.Hayden nodded, finally getting it, and started wiping the dirt off his clothes. As he did, I noticed a smudge on his shoulder, so I grabbed another towel and reached out to clean it off.The second I touched him, he t
Some people were truly shameless—like, they just couldn't help themselves.As Tanya marched toward me, that thought flashed through my mind.Anyone with a shred of decency would avoid the ex of the person they cheated with. But nope, not Tanya. In today's world, people like her just didn't care.It was like she needed to show off, to prove how much better she thought she was."Keira, what a surprise! Here for dinner too?" Tanya chirped, but her eyes were locked onto Hayden.Honestly, ever since she strutted over, she hadn't stopped staring at him.I didn't need to go into detail about how hot Hayden was. Let's just say he was the kind of guy who would turn heads wherever he went, even earlier today when the old ladies in my neighborhood were practically drooling over him."Yeah, I am. What, you think I'm just here for a tour?" I shot back, my tone dripping with sarcasm.It wasn't that I was being petty—I just couldn't stand the sight of her. She was the type who played innocent
I should've known better than to look—it just messed with my head.Right when I was about to turn away, Jace glanced back, locking eyes with me through the floor-to-ceiling window. His brows were furrowed.I quickly shifted my gaze to Hayden, who'd just handed my phone back after finishing our order. I glanced down at the dishes he picked.To my surprise, they were all my favorite foods.But how could Hayden know what I liked? We didn't know each other that well. Maybe we just had similar tastes?I looked up, ready to ask, but stopped myself. Asking too many questions would make it obvious I cared, and I didn't want to give Hayden that idea.Instead, I casually asked, "Want to drink something?""I don't drink," he declined. "And I've got stuff to do this afternoon."Oh, right. He still had to check out apartments.I figured that's why he wasn't drinking and said, "No worries. I'll come with you this afternoon, so no one's gonna rip you off.""There's no need. I've already..."
If I could've disappeared on the spot, I would've done it in a heartbeat.But I couldn't.And I knew that the longer I dodged this, the more Hayden would overthink it.He was the type who never held back—always said whatever popped into his head, no matter how bold or out-of-line it was. He didn't treat me like an outsider, that was for sure.With that in mind, I forced myself to look up casually. "Really? Words alone don't prove anything.""Mm," Hayden hummed, taking a sip of water. "I can--"The second he started, alarms went off in my head. "Hayden, shut up."I surrendered."I was going to say, if you need proof, I can go to the hospital," Hayden finished.Even though it sounded innocent, it still felt loaded with all sorts of hidden meanings.Why would I need him to prove anything? I wasn't his girlfriend."Save that proof for your future wife," I shot back, standing up abruptly and heading to the restroom.Just as I rounded the corner, a hand grabbed my arm, and the fa
Yeah, Jace was definitely jealous just now.What a jerk. On one hand, he was fooling around with Tanya, and on the other, he wouldn't let go of me. He seriously thought he could have it all.I stayed in the restroom for a few minutes, trying to pull myself together, but when I finally stepped out, I overheard Tanya's voice.She sounded pitiful, almost like she was about to cry. "Jace, you still love Keira, don't you?""She's my fiancée," Jace replied, just confirming what I already suspected—he still had feelings for me."But she's already broken up with you," Tanya's voice was soft.I had to hand it to her—she really knew how to play the helpless card in front of a guy. Even her voice was perfectly tuned to get sympathy."That's just something she said out of anger. I didn't agree to the breakup. Besides, she can't live without me. She's just mad right now; once she cools down, she'll come back," Jace's words caught me off guard.So, he thought the breakup was just me throwing
I spent the whole evening at this little dive bar, from three in the afternoon until nine, just sipping away. I didn't go overboard, but I drank for hours, enough to feel that numb buzz where everything else faded away.The bar's owner, Mr. Seth, knew me well enough by now. I didn't have to worry about getting too wasted, even if I was on my own."When are you heading out? Is someone picking you up?" Mr. Seth asked. I never knew his first name—everyone just called him Mr. Seth.He looked like he was in his fifties. If my dad were still around, he'd probably be about the same age."I guess I should get going," I said, though honestly, the last thing I wanted was to leave.But I had work tomorrow. I needed to get home and at least pretend to sleep. Tonight's drinking was my way of saying a final goodbye to whatever I had left for Jace.I tried to steady myself as I stood up, but Mr. Seth stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "I'm not letting you leave like this. I'll have someo
It felt like forever since I last rode a bike."Bike," I mumbled, pointing at one nearby.Now, we could rent them with just a scan of your phone, so Wayne pulled out his and scanned one.I reached for my phone to scan another, but he stopped me. "You've been drinking—you shouldn't be riding.""They seriously check for drunk driving on bikes now?" I asked, tilting my head."Yeah, they do. And besides..." Wayne gently grabbed my arm. It was so different from Jace, who always gripped hard enough to leave marks. "It's dangerous to ride after drinking."Gentle and kind—those words might as well have been made for Wayne.I smiled. "Isn't that why you're here?""If you want to ride, we can do it some other time. But not tonight. I'll take you," Wayne said, guiding me to the bike he'd just rented.Wayne got on the bike and pulled me onto the back seat. "Hold on tight, okay?"I clutched his shirt around his waist. "Got it."The night breeze brushed against us as we rode. The memory o
This was a situation I definitely hadn't seen coming, and suddenly, everything snapped into focus.It was, honestly, super awkward—being stuck between two guys like this.I knew I had to do something to break the tension, and one thing was crystal clear: there was no way I was starting anything with Wayne.If I had to choose between them, it was gonna be Hayden.I'd almost married Jace; no way could I get involved with his brother after that breakup."Wayne, I'm tired," I said softly.Wayne held onto my hand for a moment longer before finally letting go.Hayden took my hand and started walking, and I didn't look back, but I could feel Wayne's eyes on me the whole time.Whether it was the alcohol or my jumbled thoughts, I wasn't sure, but I ended up tripping on the hotel stairs. The next thing I knew, I was in the air as Hayden scooped me into his arms."Put me down," I demanded, grabbing onto his shirt."If you want him to back off, just stay quiet and don't fight it," Hayden