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first, I told myself it was because you’d brought him into Cara’s life, but I was lying to myself. I was just jealous. I wanted you for myself, and it took seeing you with someone else to make me admit it.”
She blinked, unable to question the veracity of his statement when everything about him screamed honesty and supported that he was pouring out his heart. “But why?”
“I think it was mostly physical, at first, along with a healthy dose of territorial macho bullshit. I was your first, and I was enraged someone else had followed me. I know it is an old-fashioned view, and I wouldn’t have considered myself capable of feeling that way, but I did. I do.” Aronne closed his eyes. “It kills me to know someone else has been there for you the last two years. Someone else sleeps beside you, touches you, makes love to you…”
Hand trembling, Molly reached out to cup his cheek, making his eyes open. “I haven’t. That is, Carter has never done those things. He’s a good friend, and we have a safe, comfortable relationship together, but I’ve never felt the urge to take our relationship to that physical level.” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t think I wasn’t tempted. Every time I saw pictures of you with yet another woman, I swore I’d finally have sex with Carter. Yet, I never could go through with it.”
Aronne blushed. “About those women—”
She put up her other hand. “Spare me the details.”
He shook his head. “That’s just it. There really aren’t any details. I never slept with any of them.”
Molly couldn’t hide her skepticism.
He winced. “I don’t blame you for doubting me, but it’s the truth.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
Aronne let out a long exhalation. “It wasn’t for lack of trying. Every time I’d get ready to make a move, so to speak, I’d find myself unable to perform. Instead of seeing the girl I was with, I kept seeing the shattered face of my wife after I used and discarded her on our wedding day.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t get it out of my mind, how badly I’d hurt you. It was a constant presence, and it left a few women annoyed and disappointed.”
“I want to believe you, but…”
He nodded, obviously not offended that she still didn’t trust him. “I have another confession. It wasn’t the first time my emotions had overwhelmed my libido. I always brought a date to family events, to protect myself from how I felt about Margot. I was smart enough not to lead anyone on, so the women who came with me were just friends. The night I took your virginity, it was the first time I’d had sex with a girl in more than two years. I was desperate and rough. I hurt you.”
She smiled tremulously. “It’s supposed to hurt the first time, and I was just as eager as you were. I hadn’t had sex in seventeen years.” Molly grinned.
After a second, his lips twitched. “You shouldn’t try to make this easy on me. I want there to be absolute truth between us. If you’re ever going to love me back, you have to be able to trust me.”
Molly trembled. “Did you say love?”
He nodded. “I’d like to think I’m older and wiser now, which makes me smart enough to recognize how I feel and not try to hide it.” He tucked hair behind her ear. “I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but I fell hard for you in the past two weeks. The first time I felt it was at the hospital, when I saw how much you loved Cara—and didn’t love me. It gutted me to know I could have had that same level of emotion from you, if I hadn’t run away.”
She looked down. “I don’t feel the same way, Aronne.” Molly peeked up at him through her lashes, preparing herself for his reaction.
“I know,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I’m not asking you to pretend to be in love with me. I just want to have a second chance with you. I want to try to make you fall in love with me, the way I should
She blinked, unable to question the veracity of his statement when everything about him screamed honesty and supported that he was pouring out his heart. “But why?”
“I think it was mostly physical, at first, along with a healthy dose of territorial macho bullshit. I was your first, and I was enraged someone else had followed me. I know it is an old-fashioned view, and I wouldn’t have considered myself capable of feeling that way, but I did. I do.” Aronne closed his eyes. “It kills me to know someone else has been there for you the last two years. Someone else sleeps beside you, touches you, makes love to you…”
Hand trembling, Molly reached out to cup his cheek, making his eyes open. “I haven’t. That is, Carter has never done those things. He’s a good friend, and we have a safe, comfortable relationship together, but I’ve never felt the urge to take our relationship to that physical level.” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t think I wasn’t tempted. Every time I saw pictures of you with yet another woman, I swore I’d finally have sex with Carter. Yet, I never could go through with it.”
Aronne blushed. “About those women—”
She put up her other hand. “Spare me the details.”
He shook his head. “That’s just it. There really aren’t any details. I never slept with any of them.”
Molly couldn’t hide her skepticism.
He winced. “I don’t blame you for doubting me, but it’s the truth.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
Aronne let out a long exhalation. “It wasn’t for lack of trying. Every time I’d get ready to make a move, so to speak, I’d find myself unable to perform. Instead of seeing the girl I was with, I kept seeing the shattered face of my wife after I used and discarded her on our wedding day.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t get it out of my mind, how badly I’d hurt you. It was a constant presence, and it left a few women annoyed and disappointed.”
“I want to believe you, but…”
He nodded, obviously not offended that she still didn’t trust him. “I have another confession. It wasn’t the first time my emotions had overwhelmed my libido. I always brought a date to family events, to protect myself from how I felt about Margot. I was smart enough not to lead anyone on, so the women who came with me were just friends. The night I took your virginity, it was the first time I’d had sex with a girl in more than two years. I was desperate and rough. I hurt you.”
She smiled tremulously. “It’s supposed to hurt the first time, and I was just as eager as you were. I hadn’t had sex in seventeen years.” Molly grinned.
After a second, his lips twitched. “You shouldn’t try to make this easy on me. I want there to be absolute truth between us. If you’re ever going to love me back, you have to be able to trust me.”
Molly trembled. “Did you say love?”
He nodded. “I’d like to think I’m older and wiser now, which makes me smart enough to recognize how I feel and not try to hide it.” He tucked hair behind her ear. “I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but I fell hard for you in the past two weeks. The first time I felt it was at the hospital, when I saw how much you loved Cara—and didn’t love me. It gutted me to know I could have had that same level of emotion from you, if I hadn’t run away.”
She looked down. “I don’t feel the same way, Aronne.” Molly peeked up at him through her lashes, preparing herself for his reaction.
“I know,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I’m not asking you to pretend to be in love with me. I just want to have a second chance with you. I want to try to make you fall in love with me, the way I should
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