Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series by Aimee Nicole Walker Page A

happened?”
    “I’ve only told you, Bones.”
    “I think you should tell Chase. I think he deserves to hear the truth and not keep thinking that you just suddenly didn’t want to be with him.” Miller’s voice was still compassionate, but a hint of something else was there too. I just couldn’t name the other emotion.
    I cocked my head to the side and studied him, but he gave nothing away. I only saw caring in his eyes, not pity or disgust. “Bones, why would you think it still matters after so long? Have you seen how deliriously happy he is with Gray and the life they’re making with each other? I don’t want to bring a second of sorrow to his life.”
    “Jag, can I ask you a really personal question?”
    “You are asking me permission after everything I just unloaded on you?” I gave him a disbelieving look and gestured for him to bring it on.
    “Are you still in love with Chase?” He grimaced once the question left his mouth and I wondered how long he had been pondering that question.
    “No.” That was my short answer, but I saw in his eyes that he needed more from me. “I thought I was in love with him for a very long time. I realized that what I had been feeling was love, but not the passionate kind. I was in love with the memories I had of a happier time in my life. I love him with all my heart, but I am not in love with him anymore.” I had maintained eye contact with Miller while I answered his question. I wanted him to hear my words and see the truth of them in my gaze.
    “Okay,” he finally said. “I still think you should tell him just so you can have a truly clean slate. It’s obvious he’s not carrying any grudges against you, but it’s very possible that he’s hurt that you won’t confide in him as a friend would. If Gray refused to confide something in me, it would really bother me. Forget about your sexual history and focus on the friendship part.”
    “I’m afraid he might blame himself because he asked me to stay a few extra days. I wanted to stay with him and his asking made it easy for me to say yes. He’s a very sensitive person and I don’t want to do anything that will hurt him. Besides, if I make him cry then your bff will kill me and then you’d be forced to settle for second rate sex again, Bones.” I was tired of being sad and talking about sad things.
    “It’s your decision and I support you, Jag.” He leaned in and kissed me softly.
    We eventually settled in to watch his Indiana Jones birthday marathon. His couch was big enough that we could both lay down. I settled behind Miller and held him tight in my arms while I watched Indy’s adventures play out on the screen while listening to Indy the pug snoring by our feet. It was just what I needed after I cut myself open and bled out all of my pain for Miller to see.
    It wasn’t long before my eyes got heavy and I had a hard time staying awake. I knew I should get up and go home, because sleepovers were not part of our agreement. It was the first time I held Miller in my arms out of comfort rather than passion and it felt like pure heaven. I didn’t want to walk away. I turned my brain off and let myself drift to sleep feeling content and at peace for the first time in a very long time.

I HADN’T MEANT to fall asleep on the couch with Jag because it blurred the lines we established. I was surprised when I woke up in the middle of the night and discovered that I had turned into his arms. My nose was pressed to his throat and his arms held me tightly against his sleeping body so that I wouldn’t fall off the couch. Jag was a natural born protector and it spilled over into his sleep.
    I laid there in the dark for several minutes before I realized the room shouldn’t have been dark. The TV should’ve been on with the screen showing the DVD menu options for the movie. At some point, Jag must’ve turned off the TV and decided to stay with me on the couch instead of going home. I wasn’t foolish enough to think