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junk.”
“I’m sure there were lost inhibitions,” Stephen muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I asked him, an edge lining my voice.
“Nothing. I’m leaving,” he said, throwing a wad of bills down. He pushed back from the table and left without saying another word.
Oh, hell no.
I pushed my way through the crowded bar as I followed him out into the parking lot. This wouldn't be pretty, and I could tell he wanted a fight. He had wanted to say more the other day, but he’d held back and now he was just aching to say everything he'd held back.
“You want to do this, let’s do it. Stephen, you can’t get pissed off at me because someone I haven’t seen in over two months shows up and I talk to him. I didn't think I would ever see him again.”
“You fucked him when you left me, didn’t you?”
“What?” My eyes widened, and I lifted a single eyebrow at him.
“You heard me," he snapped.
“No, I didn’t fuck him, but that tells me exactly what you think of me. I wanted to get over you, but I couldn’t. If it would have been as simple as sleeping with someone else, I would have fucking done it! I would have fucked the whole damn state of California if it would have helped me.”
"That's typical; just blow it off like my opinion doesn't matter. You're so fucking terrified of opening up you can't even take me seriously."
I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "When there's something for me to take seriously, I will. Right now you’re being a jealous asshole."
I turned on my heel and started back towards the bar. “You don’t get it, Taylor. You fled the fucking state at the first sign of something more serious than just fucking instead of talking about it. You’re so reckless. So can you really blame me for not wanting to get hurt again?”
“You knew that going into this, Stephen. I warned you! I told you that I was terrified of actually having feelings for you. I never hid the fact that being in a relationship terrified me. Then after I came back I admitted that I loved you too, but it doesn't fucking matter. What more do you want from me?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want. I’ve never seen you stay in one place for more than six months since you graduated high school. Honestly, I don’t think you’re capable of it. Just like you’re not capable of loving anyone other than yourself.”
His words cut deep. How many more times were we going to do this? Always one step forward and two steps back.
His retreating footsteps sounded on the asphalt as I bent over trying to catch my breath. Who knows how long I stayed like that. Someone took my arm and tried to stand me up, but the tears clouding my eyes made it impossible to see who was helping me. Strong arms wrapped around me and I was pressed into a muscled chest. Rhys’ cologne filled my senses and I knew he was there picking up the pieces for me again.
“Come on, darlin’. Let’s go inside. You can't stay out here.”
"Why not? There's no point in going back in there tonight."
"Don't let him win, Taylor. Be the bigger person and go in there and have fun."
I dropped my head against his shoulder. "I won't have a good night, but I'll go back in there."
"Good girl. Let's go."
I had been staring at my laptop for a few minutes trying to get some work done. It was difficult to concentrate. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was awful, and I had a hard time focusing on anything. My phone rang and Emmy’s name flashed across the screen. It surprised me she waited this long to call. I slid my finger to answer, bracing myself for her lecture.
“Hey, Em.”
“Don’t ‘hey Em’ me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. I’ve been busy.”
"I'm sure you have been," she said dryly. "Did you talk to him?”
“Who?” I loved baiting her. It was so easy and really amusing.
“Damn it! Did you talk to the hot guy you ran away from like a chicken?”
“Which one, Stephen or Rhys?”
“Excuse
“I’m sure there were lost inhibitions,” Stephen muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I asked him, an edge lining my voice.
“Nothing. I’m leaving,” he said, throwing a wad of bills down. He pushed back from the table and left without saying another word.
Oh, hell no.
I pushed my way through the crowded bar as I followed him out into the parking lot. This wouldn't be pretty, and I could tell he wanted a fight. He had wanted to say more the other day, but he’d held back and now he was just aching to say everything he'd held back.
“You want to do this, let’s do it. Stephen, you can’t get pissed off at me because someone I haven’t seen in over two months shows up and I talk to him. I didn't think I would ever see him again.”
“You fucked him when you left me, didn’t you?”
“What?” My eyes widened, and I lifted a single eyebrow at him.
“You heard me," he snapped.
“No, I didn’t fuck him, but that tells me exactly what you think of me. I wanted to get over you, but I couldn’t. If it would have been as simple as sleeping with someone else, I would have fucking done it! I would have fucked the whole damn state of California if it would have helped me.”
"That's typical; just blow it off like my opinion doesn't matter. You're so fucking terrified of opening up you can't even take me seriously."
I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "When there's something for me to take seriously, I will. Right now you’re being a jealous asshole."
I turned on my heel and started back towards the bar. “You don’t get it, Taylor. You fled the fucking state at the first sign of something more serious than just fucking instead of talking about it. You’re so reckless. So can you really blame me for not wanting to get hurt again?”
“You knew that going into this, Stephen. I warned you! I told you that I was terrified of actually having feelings for you. I never hid the fact that being in a relationship terrified me. Then after I came back I admitted that I loved you too, but it doesn't fucking matter. What more do you want from me?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want. I’ve never seen you stay in one place for more than six months since you graduated high school. Honestly, I don’t think you’re capable of it. Just like you’re not capable of loving anyone other than yourself.”
His words cut deep. How many more times were we going to do this? Always one step forward and two steps back.
His retreating footsteps sounded on the asphalt as I bent over trying to catch my breath. Who knows how long I stayed like that. Someone took my arm and tried to stand me up, but the tears clouding my eyes made it impossible to see who was helping me. Strong arms wrapped around me and I was pressed into a muscled chest. Rhys’ cologne filled my senses and I knew he was there picking up the pieces for me again.
“Come on, darlin’. Let’s go inside. You can't stay out here.”
"Why not? There's no point in going back in there tonight."
"Don't let him win, Taylor. Be the bigger person and go in there and have fun."
I dropped my head against his shoulder. "I won't have a good night, but I'll go back in there."
"Good girl. Let's go."
I had been staring at my laptop for a few minutes trying to get some work done. It was difficult to concentrate. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was awful, and I had a hard time focusing on anything. My phone rang and Emmy’s name flashed across the screen. It surprised me she waited this long to call. I slid my finger to answer, bracing myself for her lecture.
“Hey, Em.”
“Don’t ‘hey Em’ me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. I’ve been busy.”
"I'm sure you have been," she said dryly. "Did you talk to him?”
“Who?” I loved baiting her. It was so easy and really amusing.
“Damn it! Did you talk to the hot guy you ran away from like a chicken?”
“Which one, Stephen or Rhys?”
“Excuse
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