“Look at me,” he says.“You can’t just go silent and storm off.”
I whirl around.
“Yes, I can,” I say.“Watch me.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?”he whispers, his voice slowly getting louder.“You don’t eventextme for two days and now you’re just stomping off again?”
“I told you I needed space,” I say.“I don’t have to tell you what I’m doing every second.”
How the hell did I get on the defensive?
“I don’t want to know what you’re doing every second,” he says.“I just wantedHi, I’m fine, I think about you sometimes, I didn’t forget you.”
“You didn’t say you wanted me to text you,” I say, my voice rising too.I can hear people walking around upstairs, and I glance behind me.One of the firemen is padding through the living room, very carefully not looking at us.
The blood has rushed to my face, and I know I’m bright red, my eyes quickly filling with tears, my throat closing.Right now I’d give a pinkie to beanywhereelse.
“I thought maybe you’dwantto text me, or call me, or fuck,something,” he says.“I guess I should have known.”
The hell does that mean?
“Like I guess I should have known I’d come back to find your head between someone else’s legs?”I hiss.I’m clenching my jaw so hard it hurts, doing my absolute damnedest to hold back tears.
“That’s fucking unfair,” he says.“I didn’t know you were coming over, I wouldn’t have?—”
“So it’s fine that you were flirting with someone else until you got caught,” I say.
One tear spills down my face and I brush it off furiously.My jaw is trembling, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose my shit.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he says.
Another tear.
“I’m not doing this here, in front of goddamn everyone,” I say, holding up both hands.“We can talk about this?—”
Hunter snorts.Then he walks past me, opens a door, glances inside, and enters.
“Come on,” he says.
I walk into the bathroom, close the door behind myself, and turn to face him.
“I justtoldyou, I don’t fucking want to?—”
“Yeah, well, I do, since apparently I don’t know when I’m going to hear from you again,” he says, his voice bitter.
“I’m not sure why I should call if I’m just going to find you putting the moves on myroommate,” I say.
Lightning flashes again, outside the tiny bathroom window.
“I wasn’tputting the moveson your roommate,” he says.“You can’t decide whether you want me or not, and in the meantime, I can’t talk to other girls?”
I roll my eyes and snort.
“That was nottalking,” I say.“She was on your shoulders, for fuck’s sake.”
“She needed to reach the top shelf.”
“There were no chairs to stand on?”I ask.“The first thing you thought was hey, let me lift you up on my shoulders?”
