Ellie
I walked to my car rather than his, arms still crossed and emotions rampant, considering the bag was plus a water I hadn’t grabbed and missing the just-in-case purchase I had.
It was the first time I knew for a fact I didn’t like the order or dictation I had been swooning over the past few days, and I instantly railed against it.
“Let’s talk.” He was calm. Reasonable. Confident as usual, but I guessed it was all catching up with the blood flow back in my brain rather than between my legs.
“That’s what friends do. Couples or people in relationships,” I snapped again, fighting the urge to cry for whatever reason. “You’ve made it clear this is just s*x, and there is no point arguing or discussing anything if physical is all it is.”
To me, it was harsh but logical, and everythin
