Chapter 87

“You said you wanted to see her, so we’re going.” He hands me my suitcase to pack, but I put it back down on the bed moodily.

“I’ve changed my mind,” I pout, trying to avoid his gaze as I sit on the edge of the bed and pull at my hair. I’m emotional again, and I’ve no idea why. This was my decision, and yet, now that he’s making good on my decision, I’ve changed my mind.

“Look, Emma, I know things with her are messy, but I don’t want you waking up one day and regretting this. Go, talk. Just do it.” He picks up my case and flips it open, pulling my fingers out of my hair as he passes me on his way to the closet. He pulls out some of my casual clothes and begins tossing them toward the suitcase.

What is this obsession he has with packing for me?

“Why do you care if I see her or not?” I snap, irritated by his pushiness.

We’ve had a week of lazing around and lots of bedtime play, and suddenly, he wants to vacate the apartment and take me to Chicago.

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