Chapter 18I stood in the doorway and watched Mathias dress. I was beyond mad. I was pissed, and I waited until he was tying the last shoe before I spoke. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving. We’re done again, right? In a fight? Breaking up, because of a bunch of meaningless numbers on a pile of paper?”
I didn’t answer but went instead to the dresser for a pair of flannel pajama pants, nearly missing my chance to stop him. “Wait!”
“What?” He was out in the hallway.
“Don’t.”
“It took you long enough.” His hand was on the doorknob, about to close it from the wrong side. “Jesus.”
“I got stuck in my drawstring. Long pants are complicated.”
“I thought you were going to let me leave again.” He tried to kiss me.
“I can’t.” I turned away. “It feels wrong now. Like…like you bought me.”
He gr
