“I’m angry, okay?” Asher said, finally turning to face me again.
“I’m angry that you put me in that situation. I’m angry that you care so little about yourself. I’m angry that you nearly destroyed something I’ve been working so damn hard to build... for us. For you....”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat had closed up.
"And you even laughed about it too... As if the whole thing was funny to you..." He took a deep breath filled with anger.
And that’s when it started to click. It started to dawn on me—what I’d done. What I had made him do.
That day in the bedroom... How I’d tried to cross lines that maybe shouldn’t have been crossed.
How I thought it was intimacy, but to him, it was something else entirely.
It mattered to him. Deeply. More than I’d realized. I hadn’t
