Page 103 of Faith

Shock came first, then irritation. If Micah told him, she would smack him. “How did you find that out?”

“Serenity told me. Not on purpose, she just thought I knew andyouare evading the question.”

She slipped her hand from his and struggled trying to sit up, but it was difficult with her shoulder injury. Jensen helped her up and made sure she had enough pillows to support her.

“I don’t know if I would have ever told you.”

He frowned. “Why not? Don’t you think I have a right to know?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t think it was any of your business.”

“Not any of my business,” he blustered. “What the bloody hell does that mean?”

She sighed. “I don’t know your first sub, now do I?”

“No, but?—”

“So why do you think you have a right to know about my first Dom?”

“Because it’s different.”

“That makes no sense.”

“What makes no sense is this stupid arrangement.”

“Oh?” Her heart sank to her stomach. She had thought they could at least keep the relationship going for the duration of their time in Hawaii. There wouldn’t be a lot of play thanks to her injury, but they could at least have some time together.

“We can’t go on like this. It’s too much to ask.”

She nodded and prayed she would be able to hold back the tears. She wasn’t one for crying, although she seemed to be doing a lot of that since her altercation with Alfie.

“Of course,” Nicola agreed as she smoothed out her bedsheet. She kept her eyes averted so he didn’t see her disappointment. Why did he have to turn the light on? This would have been better in the dark.

“That’s why I think we need a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“Are you going to just keep staring at the sheet or actually have the nerve to look at me?”

She drew in a deep breath and hoped the tears she felt in her eyes weren’t easy to see. The humiliation would be too much. She raised her head and made eye contact. His gaze softened.

“Why do you look so sad?”

“It’s the pain medication.”

His mouth curved. “Is that a fact?”

“Don’t you dare mock me,” she said, trying to sound stern, but her sentence ended on a sob.

“Oh, love, don’t cry. Please.” When the comment just made her cry more, his voice turned panic. “I don’t like it one bit. Stop it.”

“I don’t care,” she said, the tears flowing down her cheeks. “If you’re going to break it off, then I’m going to cry. Just deal with it.”

He shook his head. “That isn’t what I’m doing.”

“Then what would you call it?”

“I would call it a bloody proposal, but you have ruined it by trying to control everything. I swear to God you don’t take direction well unless there’s a promise of a spanking.”