His eyes drill into mine, his jaw tightening while his lips start trembling with fury.
“You don’t believe half of what you just said,” he growls.
I laugh.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He shakes his head, making my blood boil.
“I left. I know it hurt you, and it was painful for me as well, but I had my reasons, and you were one of them.”
I breathe a careless chuckle.
He clips my chin and brings my eyes back to his.
“It’s the fucking truth. I didn’t choose it to be that way,” he says seriously.
“Nobody forced you to leave.”
“There was no place for me in your life.”
I look at him incredulously, my lips slowly curving into a smile.
“Fucking arrogant asshole. I never said that. You felt that way. I didn’t make you feel that way.”
“You didn’t need to. I’m not a boy, Senna. I know who I am, and I know what I want. And what I wanted back then was not within my reach.”
Fury flows through me.
I slap his chest forcefully.
“Get away from me.”
He takes a step back but not giving me enough room to leave.
“You did what you did for whatever reason, and now you’re feeding me a story that it’s supposed to make you look like a martyr while flattering me. You know me better than that. I don’t buy this bullshit. People do whatever the hell they want to, and no matter how nasty and hurtful it is to other people, they always find an explanation for their crap. It’s in their nature.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“Spare me, will you?”
I try to push him to the side and step away from him, and he jerks my shoulders back against the wall.
I find a wicked pleasure in seeing him tormented.
“This is obviously not working for you, baby,” I mutter, my voice lined with irony.
He curls his hand around my neck, with force this time, and I gasp.
“I don’t need your mockery,” he says. “I need you to listen to me.”
“Tough luck. That’s not gonna happen,” I say through clenched teeth.
His grip softens as he looks down and shakes his head, a sad grin lining his lips.
He raises his gaze to me again.