59. Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Mac
There’s too much staring back at me when I ask that question.
Yet … Jordan leans back wordlessly, fully withdraws from me, and flops into a sitting position next to me.
My chest caves in, the emotions and implications settling in deep and too fucking heavy.
Its got me sitting up too fast with a spinning head, ass leaking him as I spin to plant my feet on the floor.
“Vida,” he rumbles in that beautiful deep voice of his and I ignore the chills that race down my spine at the sound.
Throwing a glance over my shoulder, seeing him lounged about in my bed, the sheet draped over his still wet cock, has my chest caving in even more.
He’ll never be mine.
The thought chokes me and I face front.
“What?” I whisper to the wall, my heart in the blender and set on demolish.
Get it over with.
Rip the band aid off.
It’s all I can think of as I sit there with chilling skin and that same sinking feeling that has plagued me as long as I can remember.
This is how it always went. Get to the fucking part only to skip right on to the line where letdowns come and shit you can’t take back is said.
I can already hear it in my head, all the things he’ll say to get out of this. To get away from me and my life. All the ways he’ll talk about being friends, but everyone knows you can’t be friends with someone you’ve slept with. Someone you love.
Especially when only one of you is in love.
Pushing to my feet, I square my shoulders and face him.
Because if he thinks I’m going to make it easy on him to reject me by keeping my back to him, he’s wrong.
“Say it,” I demand stronger than I feel.
Please don’t say it.
Jordan’s chin lifts, his own shoulders tight and straight as he looks right at me, almost through me like he can see that little thought tumbling around inside my head.
His throat moves with a swallow and his jaw flexes.
And then he knocks the fucking wind right out of me with two simple as fuck words.
“I quit.”
The world tilts.
An all too familiar whooshing sound takes over my ears and the darkness descends around the edges of my vision.
I was right all along.