Book 4: Cornered

Chloe

"What do you mean?" he asks with a frown. "You can't do what anymore?"

"I can't do this push and pull anymore. I…." I choke on my words, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.

So, with pain in my chest, I get up from his lap and start gathering my clothes from the floor and putting them back on. I feel his eyes on me the entire time, but he doesn't say anything. He probably realizes there is no way we can escape this conversation anymore.

Tony silently picks his boxers and pants up from the floor and puts them on, and for a whole minute, we're both mute, neither of us daring to continue the conversation.

Once we're dressed, I look at him, finding him staring at me from the same spot on the couch.

"I am tired of not knowing what this is," I finally clarify, gesturing between us. When Tony doesn't answer, I add, "Maybe you shouldn't have come here after all."

I don't mean it, but I’m mad at him for always being quiet whe