Chapter 73

His face crumbles as he steps toward me, but I step back. He looks devastated, which only upsets me more but makes me think that maybe, finally, I’ve hit a nerve.

“Baby?” He tries to reach out for me again, but I hit his hand away harder than before, fueled by heartbreak and emotions cruising through me at speed, pain aching inside.

“No. Don’t touch me unless you’re going to have sex with me! Do you have any idea how it feels having you go from being unable to keep your hands off me to this?” I wipe the tear away from my chin angrily, moving anytime he tries to catch hold of me. Every frustration of the past few weeks is bubbling to the surface in an extreme emotional breakdown and raging insecurity, raising an ugly, tortured head.

“It’s not like that, Emma… You know I still want you that way.” He’s trying, but I’m not interested in hearing it, so fueled by hormones and frustration, my irrational mood is moving back in. His actions of late haven’t shown me that he