Jessie's words came back to me, along with the very first words I'd ever read online about the guitarist of Cherry Lips.
Guys like Nathan…
…go through women like tissues.
My chest went tight. My throat closed. I slammed the cabinet door shut.
"Everything okay?" Nathan called out from the bedroom.
"Fine," I replied curtly.
I stalked back to bed, having forgotten about brushing my teeth entirely.
Nathan was tucked into the right side of the bed already, leaving the left available for me.
"Feeling okay?" he asked.
I nodded sharply.
He cocked his head at me.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I opened my mouth to saynothing, but I knew that was passive aggressive bullshit.
Didn't they always say not to go to bed angry?
"You must have a lot of women over, to have stocked up so well," I said.
He looked confused before understanding dawned on his face. He firmed his lips.
"Is that a problem?" he asked. "I try to be considerate."
"There sure are a lot of women to be considerate for."
"Why are you so upset?" he asked. "Are you mad that I sleep around? It's not like you didn't know that going in to this."
"And what exactly isthis?" I asked, stressing the last word. He opened his mouth to reply. I cut him off.
"I'm going to sleep on the sofa," I told him.
"You don't have to—"
"Good night," I said, whirling around and shutting the door.
I stalked over to the sofa and threw the blanket over me, curling up into a ball.
I'd cut Nathan off because I didn't know what answer would satisfy me. I didn't know what answer I wanted to hear.
I didn't know which answer would hurt me and which would terrify me.
All I knew was that my heart was being torn in two.
