Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Kai,” she answered quietly. “Before he was married, of
course.”
She put the first aid stuff away, refastening a cap and
closing the box.
“So believe me when I say I understand,” she explained.
“Men don’t feel ashamed for enjoying sex on their terms. You
shouldn’t either.”
I gave her a little smile, thankful we all had our secrets.
“You have some marks on your neck,” she told me. “Just
an FYI.”
Marks? Like hickeys?
Splendid.
“So have you forgiven him?” she asked.
“Who?”
“Damon.”
I thought for a moment and let out a long sigh. Now that
was a question.
“Yes,” I replied. “No…I don’t know. I’ve been angry for
so long. But I love him.”
“You just don’t know if you can trust him.”
“I don’t know if I should,” I clarified.
Should I entirely?
I wanted to trust him, and there were things I would never
doubt.
I knew he’d always come for me. I knew he loved me. I
knew that however long this lasted, it would probably be the
happiest and most miserable I’d ever been. He made me so
angry, I wanted to punch him.
But then there was nothing like kissing him.
I shouldn’t forgive him. That was the textbook answer.
But I didn’t want to ever be without him, so in reality…
There was never a question of forgiving him.