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I laugh, but there’s not a single ounce of humor. “Fu
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Gee, where should I start?” I begin ticking things off with my fingers. “How about the fact that you’ve recently become fond of having sex with me while I’m sleeping. Or, that you let your friends talk about me like I’m some kind of science experiment whether I’m there or not. Or, that you tell me to shut up—”
“Because you were defending him,” he roars. “The guy who almost killed you.” He snorts. “And yeah, maybe I do try to turn you on when you’re sleeping in hopes you spare me some attention and affection, but it’s only because you turned into a frigid snob who’s not interested in screwing her fiancé anymore.”
Holy hell. Fuck him.
“Well, don’t worry, champ. It seems like Ruthie is very interested in screwing you.”
Taking a step back, he laughs. “Oh, Jesus. Is that what you think? That I’m interested in her? For Christ’s sake have you seen her? There are dogs that are better looking.”
Revulsion rolls through me like a boulder going downhill and picking up speed.
Placing his hand on his chest, he says, “I’m not saying I’m perfect, Bourne. But I’m trying to make our relationship a priority. Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say about you these days.”
I am trying to make our relationship a priority. I’m trying so hard I’m practically turning myself inside out doing it.
Irritated, I cross my arms. “What in the actual fuck are you talking about?”
“I asked you how dress shopping went the other day and you didn’t even answer me. It’s like our wedding is the farthest thing from your mind—”
“Because I don’t want to get married!” I shout before I can stop myself.
Oh, God. There it is.
Out in the universe.
I should feel bad, but all I can feel is a strange sense of…freedom.
Stone looks like I just sucked all the oxygen out of the room and left him to suffocate.
“What? What do you mean you don’t want to get married?” Slowly, he shakes his head, like he’s trying to process the atomic bomb I’ve just placed on his lap. “You don’t…you don’t love me?”
“No,” I quickly say because it’s not that. “I still care about you, but…” I close my eyes. “Everything happened so fast between us. We got engaged so quickly that I barely had a chance to wrap my head around the accident, graduating, and leaving for college before we were pla
“Leave,” he croaks.
When I look up, I notice his eyes are glassy.
“I’m sorry, Stone. This isn’t how I wanted to tell you—”
“Leave,” he repeats, harsher this time. “It hurts too much to look at you right now.”
I’m at a loss for what to do because I don’t want to abandon him while he’s so upset…
But I know I’m the one who caused it.
So, I do what I should have done a long time ago.
I walk away so we can have some space.