“There’s no catch. I’m apologizing for being an asshole. You told me thingsabout your past in confidence and I weaponized them. It was wrong.” Sheholds my gaze tremulously like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.“Giving you your own apartment was meant to be a gesture of goodwill.You wanted some independence, space of your own—and I was trying togive you what you wanted.”
She blinks, her eyes sliding away from mine. “You think any of this is whatI wanted?” Her voice is raspy, quiet, and shaky with emotion.
She snorts derisively. “Well, clearly, you’re not used to trying at all. Withanyone! Do you even realize how hot and cold you blow? I can’t keep up!One day, you’re making me breakfast, watching me undress, and telling mehow beautiful
