Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME
ELOISE
I’m pretty sure I’ve gone and done it.
I pushed Ezra away until he figured out that I’m far more trouble than I’m worth.
I haven’t heard from the man in days. I can only assume he’s in New York because the one time I swallowed my pride and drove up to his house, there was no sign of life, and the door was locked.
And since the last time I saw him, after the amount of life-altering sex we had, he’s attempted to reach out a total of zero times. So unlike him. It makes the space between my shoulder blades itch. It also pisses me the fuck off.
Was this his end game? Did he want me to get so used to him that when he inevitably left, I’d be desolate? Or so that I’d fold and want continue our little tryst like he’d suggested?
Well, fuck that. Two can play that game but one can play it better.
I refuse to be maneuvered and handled as if I’m some dimwitted creature who can’t make decisions for herself.
All while I stare out at the lake from my place on the dock, the same place Ezra and I stood earlier in the summer to watch the fireworks, the more I try to fight the memories that threaten to force me to reach out to him.
The touches, the sighs, the pressing of kisses on sensitive flesh. The way he stared into my eyes as he drove into me, my body splayed out on his bed. As if he’d been waiting for me to be right there for so long.
Surely that can’t have been an act.
But I pull my cardigan closer to my body, hearing the rumble of thunder in the distance. I can always tell when rain will come. The air just smells different. And once the few droplets hit my skin, I turn my face up to the sky.
I want to ask it if this is still where I belong. Or if I ever really even belonged here.
But the rain falls with no answers for me.