She doesn’t flinch, but I can see the weight of it settle in her eyes. “So it wasn’t some casual thing. It was a regular part of your life, right up until me.”
I don’t want to lie, not about this. Not when she’s standing here, offering me honesty and expecting the same. “Yeah. It was part of my life. It wasn’t just something I did for fun, it was how I lived. But I meant it when I said I don’t want that anymore. I want you.”
“For how long, Knox?” Her voice doesn’t rise, but the words still hit hard. “How long before you miss that part of yourself? Before you start resenting me for not being enough?”
I step closer to her, trying to keep my voice steady. “That won’t happen.”
“It might not now, but later? When the newness wears off and we hit a wall? Knox, giving up something that shaped
