The intimacy of his caress didn't tingle her skin, but it repulsed her to the point of nausea. He was merely treating her the same way he did with others. They were together only because she was lucky, only because he needed some action, and only because they were each taking what they needed from one another.
Because Maisy was pregnant, Jay did nothing but wrap his arms around her, his chest to her back on the bed throughout the night.
She couldn't fall asleep, her mind reeling with thoughts of the man next to her. For a fleeting moment, she thought he felt it too. But it was all a deception constructed in her head, an illusion in her mind that caused her to mistake his tenderness as love, blinding her perceptions to think that she stood a chance. It was all her imagination, a marvel that ought to pop like a bubble.