“As much as I would love that, I think maybe you need some time to yourself.” He drops his forehead to mine and I relish in the minor contact. “If I get in this tub with you, you’re going to wrap your naked, wet body around me and then I’m going to fuck you and taste you, and I don’t want you to use that as an escape right now.”

“What if I need an escape?” I pull off my sweater and slide my jeans down my legs leaving me in only my lacy bra and thong and he glides his eyes down my body letting them hover between my legs. He bites his lip, stifling a groan. “Let me get your stuff and then we can talk about it. I’m open to negotiations.” He smiles and I know I’ve got him.

“Sure.” I shrug as I unclasp my bra, letting my breasts spring free and his eyes zero in on the nipples which also happen to be pebbling under his gaze. I turn my back to him just as I bend over to remove my thong and I hear a ‘fuck me’ whispered behind me. When I turn around to meet his eyes, he’s backing out of the room like he’s scared to make any sudden movements. I chuckle as I slide into the warm temperatures letting them soak my tense muscles.

I was anxious about what tomorrow would hold, wondering how my parents would take the news and all the questions they’d inevitably have. They may not be necessarily heartbroken over learning the news as they weren’t his biggest fans but I can already hear the Michelle Monroe inquisition now. I rub my forehead and take a large sip of the red wine and I shoot Jacob a text to bring the bottle up when he comes because I’m already halfway through the glass.

I close my eyes and allow myself to think about months from now where everything’s out in the open.

No more lies.

No more secrets.

Chapter Twenty

I chuckle at the text message Whitney sent me about bringing up the whole bottle of wine as I make my way out my front door to grab her things. I open the back seat to Whitney’s car when headlights pull into my driveway and begin making their way up toward me. Who the fuck? I squint my eyes but it’s dark and their headlights are making it hard for me to tell who it is. The truck gets closer and my eyes widen when I realize it’s Kevin. As in the father of the wet, naked woman in my bathtub who also happens to be my goddaughter.

Jesus fucking Christ.