Before noon the next day, I was back at the motel, but this time, with questions. The door swung open, and Jacob stood there, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned.
“You’re early,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“I wanted to talk,” I said, stepping inside, the door shutting behind me.
He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. “Talk? That’s not why you’re here.”
My throat tightened. I forced the words out. “Have you done this before? With someone else? Or am I… the first?”
His eyes narrowed. “Why does that matter?”
“It matters to me,” I said, steadying my voice. “I need to know, Jacob. Have you cheated on Rachel before?”
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Don’t do this, Andrea. Let’s just focus on us.”
“Us?” I laughed, sharp and nervous. “There is no ‘us’ if you’re do
