I don’t stop?—
“This thing?” I squint,
waving a hand between us.
“Don’t want it.
“You? I’m done.”
His head’s shaking.
Heartbreak, rage, regret?—
all of it crashes through him, riots in his eyes.
He opens his mouth to explain,
apologize,
plead.
I speak first?—
“Before you start—this isn’t about your past, Drew. It isn’t about the number, as concerning as it is. Or the girls. Don’t blame them for the shit you made ‘em believe. This is aboutyou. Not doing a goddamn thing tonight. All fuckin’ night.”
“Could’ve said—get off my lap, too fuckin’ close
“Could’ve said—bet or no bet, you’re still the only girl in the room.
“But, no. Instead, you let ‘em hang all over you just to prove a point.”
He chose to burn us down just to say?—
Look what I can do to you.
I’ll show you what ‘not yours’ looks like.
And it worked.
His eyes are darting?—
my mouth,
my hands,
my eyes,
the door behind me?—
searching for an answer
to stop me from leaving.
Then his hand lands on his chest,
his other hand reaching for me.
“I know, I know, I fucked it. I fucked everything, but I—shit, I—” He takes my hand, brings me closer. “I can’t shake this feelin’ like you’re always slippin’ outta my hands, and I—I don’t know what the fuck I gotta do to keep you.”
