My broken heart shattered. I knew that. Of course I knew that. But to hear it so plainly, and for him to say it toher…
I couldn’t take it.
I wasn’t equipped for this.
“Are yousurenothing’s going on between you and Addie?”
He chuckled. “No fuckin’ way. I’m not a masochist, and I’d have to be to go for her.”
A masochist. He’d have to love pain to be with me.A masochist.
I stumbled out of my shower on legs less stable than a newborn foal and collapsed onto my bed. My body curled into a protective ball, but the thing that was attacking me was on the inside. Adam’s flippant disdain surged through my veins like venom, hollowing out my gut and seeping into my marrow.
I couldn’t go back.
How could I go back?
I couldn’t unknow this. Couldn’t forget knowing what Adam really thought of me.
A masochist.
A masochist.
A masochist.
I’d have to be a masochist to keep going back. I’d have to be.
I closed my aching eyes and wrapped my arms around my knees, curling in as tight as I could. I couldn’t go back. Not tonight. Not ever.