I snorted out a laugh. “Conversation? Is that what you’re calling this, ’cause it feels more like a hostage-taking from this end.”
“You want me to leave you alone?”
No. Yes. No. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“What do you want me to say? ThatI’ll be your fucking booty call while you hate on me the rest of the time?”
“Pretty much.” Mia’s brows were drawn together in a frown I remembered to mean that she didn’t understand herself any more than I did.
Sex had often been that way for her. Sometimes I’d worried I’d never be enough to sate her. She’d always wanted it harder. Faster. Longer. Teenage me thought I’d died and gone toheaven. Adult me was kind of scared. Back then, sleeping with Mia had come with love and affection. With friendship and warmth. She’d been my anchor in sea of fucking pain—my best friend, and the love of my life. Now I couldn’t be sure if she wanted to blow me or punch me in the balls, but an ever-growing part of me didn’t care.
