I didn’t desire to feel them pressed against mine. Didn’t wish he’d roll up his sleeves and pull me into his arms, and I no longer saw any softness in his eyes. No warmth for me.
Screw another few months of this…
“I’m sure it won’t come as a surprise to you but…” His voice came through clear again. “Given everything that’s going on in my life right now, I think it’s best if we stay ‘off’ for a little while longer. That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”
“Actually, it’s not.” I crossed my arms. “I think we should just make it permanent. No love lost.”
“Stop being dramatic.” He scoffed. “I do love you. I just can’t give you any time right now.”
“I find it quite ironic that the man I hate seeing here and there finds a way to make more time for me than you do,” I said. “He even finds a way to text me, while I have to wait on you for weeks for a simple reply.”
He arched a brow. “What man?”
“You’re missing the point.”
“Are you talking about Asher Brooks?”
“I’m talking about you not being there for me.”
“Asher Brooks wants to fuck you,” he said. “If this is your way of saying that you’ve been cheating on me with him, then just say that.”
“You’re completely misreading what I’m saying,” I said.
“Have you slept with him?”
“No.”
“Touched him?”
“No, Brad.”
“Thought about it?”
Far too many times to count.“No.”
“Well, I don’t see why you’re trying to throw a tantrum and make me jealous.”
“I’m breaking up with you, Brad.” I spoke slowly. “Our relationship is off, for good. I wish you all the best, and I hope you find someone who won’t mind being neglected for months at a time.”
“It’s called working hard, Katie.”
“Ha!” He looked offended. “Look. I think it’s cute that you plan weddings, but let’s be real. That’s not exactly something you can do forever.”
“Excuse me?”
“People book with you because you’re pretty and you look young,” he said. “Once you hit the wall and turn forty, they’ll be running away to the next young girl who can do exactly what you do.”
“That’s…really not how my fucking job works.”
“My job, on the other hand—” He didn’t stop for a second. “Is to make sure that we have a big enough nest egg to live on when you’re no longer able to work and your main job becomes taking care of our children—whenever I’m ready for you to have them.”
What?
“So, okay.” He held up his hands in a slight surrender. “You’ve made your point, and I’ll send you some flowers and a few goodnight texts so you know I still love you until our next meetup.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, looking at me.
“Are we all good now?” he asked. “Can I answer this?”
