Page 79 of The Betrayal
Bubble well and truly popped.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ARIZONA
Four hours and fifty minutes gone in a blink of an eye.
I feel like we have been in our Vegas bubble for so much longer than four days.
And honestly, I am not ready for us to be back in New York.
Me back to work. Keaton back to work and more having to avoid my dad until I was ready to talk to him. Which at the moment, felt like never.
Keaton’s hand sunk between my thighs as we rode the drive home in silence. Sage and Dex went in one car to Brooklyn and me and Keaton went in the other.
It wasn’t an awkward silence.
It was just silence. Silence to appreciate the time we had to be completely ourselves, because when we’re here and living our lives, we mask our true selves. Mask our feelings because we don’t want anyone to see just how perfect we are together.
But when we’re behind them doors, it’s just us again.
Just the way we like it.
How sad are we.
Sighing when we pull down Hamilton Heights knowing that the car was going to stop at any moment. It was six Vegas time, nine New York time.
“You ready?” Keaton asks, leaning over and placing a kiss on my cheek and I lean into him.
“Nope, but let’s go,” I nod, opening the door and reaching out for Keaton’s hand as the driver gets our small luggage bags.
“Home sweet home,” he chimes, and the New York air feels even colder than it did before we left. “Fuck, it’s cold,” Keaton laughs as we walk up the stairs and I wait for him to unlock the door, and as soon as we are in, he locks the door and turns the heating on.
“I need a shower,” I sigh, dropping my bags to the floor.
“Can I join you?” his arms are wrapped around me from behind, head tucked into my neck placing kisses over my pulse point.
“Always,” I turn my face over my shoulder and kiss him on the cheek before I pull his arms from me and run for the bathroom.
We shower.
We fuck… obviously, because we have an illness where we physically can’t not have sex. Then we climb into bed and order Chick-fil-A on Doordash.
“Are you ready to face my dad tomorrow?” I ask as I pop a fry into my mouth.
He sighs heavily, “Nope, not one bit.”
“I’m sorry, it can’t be easy for you.”
“Baby,” he turns to face me, “what are you apologizing for?”
“Because if you hadn’t agreed to watch me, I wouldn’t be here, we wouldn’t have given into temptation, and we certainly wouldn’t have got married. I can’t say for certain whether there would or wouldn’t have been a baby because… well, biology and all that.”
He chuckles softly, his hands cupping my face.
“Well then I’m sorry too…” he smiles.
He kisses me slow while Modern Family plays in the background, and suddenly, all is forgotten for just a moment.