CHAPTER15
"It'sa normal request when two people are dating and serious about one another—" I start, hating how desperate I sound.
But I know there’s no use because Rob just looks angrier.
“You know that my mom isn’t in a good place. You know how I feel about her. Do you want me to ask you about meeting your father?”
“You can ask, but it’s not going to happen.”
“See? I knew that, which is why the thought of asking you never even crossed my mind.” Rob scowls.
He looks so damn angry and dark and dangerous. Edgy but like the sharp edge of a knife.
He looks so damn sexy. Hot as hell.
If we weren’t here in public, I would be trying to touch him, trying to initiate angry sex. Might as well try it once in your life, right?
But knowing my luck, it wouldn’t just be angry sex.
It would be breakup sex.
The thought makes me want to cry, but I refuse to. “I said I’m sorry. It was a lapse of judgment, and it won’t happen again.”
“Is that what you call it? Because it was more than that. It was you not respecting me.”
“How can you say that?” I demand.
“You should’ve realized I don’t want to see her, so why the hell would I want you to meet her? I don’t give a fuck what she thinks about you or any other aspect of my life.”
I swallow hard. “Rob, please. Let’s get out of here. We can talk some more—”
“Maybe there’s nothing else to talk about.”
I blow out a breath. There has to be a way for me to fix this, to salvage things. I gave up so much to have him.
And even though I haven't been over to his housemates, I have seen them.
In my dreams.
The dreams that make me wet every morning.
I refuse to masturbate, though. I won’t do that because even that feels like it would be a betrayal to Rob, and now this?
And that’s when it hits me.
“You feel like my asking you is a betrayal,” I say slowly. “That’s not true. Not at all. I would never hurt you. I didn’t mean to. All I wanted… I guess I just wanted a sign that we’re moving forward.”
“We haven’t even been together for a month,” he says.
“I know. I realize that. It’s just… you mean so much to me, and in a normal relationship… but our lives aren’t normal. Why the hell would I bother to pretend that our lives are normal?” I rub a hand down my face. “Look, can I be straight with you?”
“You mean you have something new to share with me? A secret?”
“I… Yes, it’s a secret. Next to no one knows about this, and I don’t really feel safe telling you this, but I don’t have a choice now, and that’s fine.”
“Don’t bother telling me.”
“Why not?” I ask.