Lies That Bind (on hold temporarily)

Chapter Thirty Nine

SARA

"Sar?" Krissy calls out, knocking on the half-open door to the guest room.

I cover my bare chest with my arm as I turn. "What's up?"

She looks to the ceiling. "Should I come back when you're dressed?"

"They're just tits," I shrug, dropping my arm. "Plus, it's not like anyone in this house hasn't seen them before. Yourself included."

"Still!" Krissy scoffs. Covering her eyes with one hand as she gestures the other through the air and says, "That doesn't mean you should just go around flaunting your perfect tits."

I roll my eyes and pull one of Alec's shirts over my head. "Sorry I didn't think I needed to wear clothing in the privacy of a bedroom."

"The door was open," she huffs.

"Half open," I argue. "But whatever, my hideously offensive tits are covered now."

She cracks her fingers open and hesitantly peeks out from between them before sighing with relief and dropping her hand. "Thank god."

"So did you just come in here for a free show or...?"

"I have a kind of awkward question for you."

Oh, lord.

"Go for it."

She closes the door and flicks the lock. Am I about to be murdered? "It's about Ty."

Nodding, I swallow past the ball of tension in my throat. We've pretty much avoided any and all conversation about Ty since I've been here, so this can't be good. "Okay."

"When was the last time you had sex with him?"

My mouth drops open and I feel a pit of guilt forming in my gut. "Oh, um..." I rack my brain for the last time Ty were actually together. "A few months ago. It was the last time he came to California for work. He stayed at my place after he checked out of his hotel."

"So, before the reunion?" she clarifies

"Yeah. We kinda agreed we would stop seeing each other. The kiss at the reunion was—" I sigh, not knowing how to put it in a way that won't hurt her "—it was a moment of weakness from both of us. But it didn't go any further than a kiss that night. I promise. Even after you found out about... well, everything."

Her brows crease in confusion. "Wait... you two didn't have sex the night of the reunion?" I shake my head. "Or the other night when he disappeared?"

"Something happened the other night, but we didn't have sex."

"Why not?"

Shrugging, I cross my arms over my chest. "It wasn't what he needed. Or wanted."

"But you would have if it was?"

"I don't know." I chew my lip. "Things between us are a lot different now. I think a small part of me will always want him, but we're not good for each other anymore. I'm not sure we ever were."

She blows out a breath, looking down at her hands. "Okay."

"Is that all you wanted to ask?"

"That isn't even the question I wanted the answer to, I just chickened out."

I lean against the dresser. "I'm an open book at this point, Kris. I'm tired of all the lies and secrets. I just want us to be okay again. Because I know you still hate me for what I did."

Krissy flashes me a tight smile and takes a breath, no doubt psyching herself up. "When you were together for all those years was he... was the sex..." she groans, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Did he fuck you?"