I shook my head.
“I don’t fucking know.”
He looked at me.
“Then we can stop.”
That pissed me off.
I grabbed him again.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Something changed in his face.
“Then don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to make the decision for you.”
That shut me the fuck up.
Because he was right.
I couldn’t put this on him.
I couldn’t wake up tomorrow and tell myself Levin seduced me.
Couldn’t say I was drunk.
I wasn’t.
Couldn’t say I didn’t know what I was doing.
I did.
I kissed him first.
I stayed.
I sent Xay home with our children.
And right now, I was sitting on his brother’s kitchen counter with my dress pushed up higher than it had any business being.
This was me, my choice, my fuckup.
“Sam.”
I looked at him.
“Last time.”
My heart slammed.
“You want me to stop?”
I stared straight into his eyes.