Chapter 20
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When I got back to the room, Honor was gone.
What do you expect when you were a jealous asshole?
She’d bolted out of the party after my big reveal, while I’d faced an onslaught of questions from my family that ranged from confused (Kelly and Spencer) to thoroughly disappointed (my mom and dad), to looking at me like I was the biggest fool to ever walk the Earth (Hudson).
I scanned Honor’s half of the suite, taking in the wide open, empty closet and the bare bathroom counter. She was probably already at the airport by now.
When I moved into my room and glanced at the bed, memories of what we'd done to each other, the ways we'd learned each other’s bodies and made each other come over and over replayed in my mind. Only hours ago, Honor had been mine.
Now she was gone.
I sunk down on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands.
God damn it.
I’d monumentally fucked this up. Reyna’s betrayal had left more scars on me than I’d been willing to admit to myself, and I hated the way I’d acted tonight. Honor didn’t deserve to be made responsible for my jealousy, or humiliated for it. But I hadn’t been able to stop it. I'd totally lost control, something I never allowed to happen in my real life.
There was no doubt in my mind that Corey was into Honor, but she wasn’t to blame for that. From her side, all she’d been doing was reconnecting with an old friend. I could see that now I wasn't blinded by raging insecurities and self-doubt.
I replayed her interactions with Corey in my mind. At the bar on the night of the bachelor party where she’d introduced me, she’d cuddled into me. She’d slept with me . Those were pretty clear signs she wasn’t thinking about getting it on with Corey.
And when I’d confronted her about him tonight on the lawn, she’d flat out told me she wasn’t interested in him. Only I’d been too far gone in my own feelings to even hear her.
Instead, I’d outed her as a liar and embarrassed her in front of my family and friends by exposing who she really was to me.
She didn’t deserve that either.
I was a fucking idiot for chasing away the only woman who’d made me feel anything more than lust in two years.
I wanted her so badly. Her sweet smile. Her amazing mind. Her sassy mouth.
Honor was a prize—one I’d so recklessly tossed aside.
So right now, I deserved to stew in my fucking misery.