something“Talk about what?”
His face burned as he sat up, and then exhaustion made his head hang. He pressed a hand to his forehead to soothe away his headache. “Talk about whatever"s been going on between us.”
“Ah…”
Jena sat down on the edge of the mattress, turned so that he saw her in profile. It was clear that she was struggling to find the words. “Don"t take it personally, Harry,” she said at last. “This is just who I am.”
“What do you mean?”
“I lose interest in relationships,” she said with a touch of guilt in her voice. “That"s the way it"s always been with me. It starts off hot, and eventually I just find myself more focused on other things. But I don"t want to break up.”
“Well, there"s that…”
She smiled and let her head hang, staring into her lap for a very long while. “You
