I should've known that his opening up to me and answering my questions wouldn't make me feel any better. I was stupid to keep pushing for the truth. It's not like it matters, in all honesty, it changed nothing.
Closing the door, I headed over to the tub, opting for a hot bath instead of a shower. I felt so emotionally drained and couldn't fight the tears from pouring down my face. My heart ached and even though the bathroom door separated us, I felt stupid for still crying over the same issue.
I let my body sink down into the lavender scented water, hoping to alleviate some tension. Leaning my head back, I fought to relax as much as possible, but couldn't stop crying. I should've just left it alone because I had forgiven him already. The whole nightmare of running into her again spun up so many questions.
I lay there, thinking over everything that was said, unable to decide how to proceed. I had no idea how much time had gone by, but the door opened and I saw him standing there looking down at me. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I knew my eyes were probably swollen from crying. "I'll be out in a few minutes." The whole bathroom was steamed up from the hot water and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about my problems.
Climbing out, I dried off and put my pajamas on. I stepped out to see him laying on the bed with his arms behind his head and glared at him. "Jared you know that you can't sleep in here."
"I know, I know." He sat up groaning. "I'll be in the guest room if you need me." I watched as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and proceeded over to kiss me on the forehead before exiting and trotting down the hallway.
Laying in my bed, I tried to sleep, but it just wasn't happening. I ended up downstairs on the couch. I wasn't even there for ten minutes when I heard the guest room door open. Jared roamed down the stairs and sat next to me, leaning his head against my shoulder. "I can't fucking sleep either."
"Want me to rub your back?" He asked, wanting to return the favor from earlier.
"Sure." He didn't offer very often so I wasn't missing out. I got up and followed him to the bedroom, helplessly checking out the full butt moving in front of me. He still had the nicest ass I'd ever seen.
Pulling my pajama off, I lunged across the bed, planting myself face down on my stomach. I could feel him climb over me and seconds later, his lotion covered hands started working my skin.
He carefully worked the unforgiving tension from my tired body. Starting at my shoulders, he massaged his way down to my spine. I just knew that he was going to use this to try and have sex with me, but he didn't.
When he was finished, he quietly laid next to me. I didn't have the heart to make him leave, again. I watched him for a long time, his soft breathing, let me know he was asleep.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of him talking to Emily in the kitchen. Sitting up on the bed, I took a deep breath and realized that I let myself get overly emotional last night. Why did I let this bitch stress me out so much. He said it was a one time thing and he obviously didn't care about her. The closer we got to him leaving for tour, the more nervous I was going to be.
