She sprang to the feet and walked over to the window, looking out at the bustling streets below. “I can’t be your whore again. I was stupid to think I was more before…”
He stood but stayed by the chair. “Wait, baby. You were never my whore, and I hate you saying or thinking that.”
She turned to face him. “Really, then what was I? I wasn’t your girlfriend because men usually take their girlfriend places. We went to Darian’s a few times, but that was it. I waited for you every day to give me the least bit of attention, which was always sex. At the time, I didn’t care because I loved you so much to realize I was better than that.”
He pressed his fingers against his eyes. “That was just another way I messed up. I didn’t want to share you with anyone. When we were together, I wanted all your attention on me.”
She turned to stare outside again.
“You don’t believe me?” he asked.
“No. I’m sorry. It sounds pretty, but it’s only an excuse. And if that were true, your house would have been private, but you wouldn’t even take me there.”
“I don’t think anything I say will get through to you right now, baby. Is there any chance that you can forgive me in the future?”
She shrugged. “There’s nothing to forgive.”
He walked over to her, grabbed her shoulders, and bent to look in her face. “That’s not true. My insecurities cost us so much time and pain, and I’ll never forgive myself one hundred percent for it because I missed so much. I could have been with you, loving and helping you.”
“Tell me this, if we had been together and I told you I was pregnant, what would you have done?”
She dreaded to hear his answer, but it was one she needed to know.