I was desperate to believe Darren, but I was skeptical. Was it that easy?
Darren focused on me, his brow crinkled and there was a look of concern in his eyes. “What’s going on? Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”
“No one ever held me when I was sad or hurt. When Nathan does that after we’ve been in bed together, sometimes I feel worse, not better.” I felt like s**t for saying that, but I had to be honest if we were going to get anywhere.
Nathan’s face fell. “I think I knew that.” His grip loosened on my hand and began to pull away. I gripped it hard, to let him know this wasn’t a rejection, and it was me begging for help.
“I don’t know what to do about that. I want to change, I do, but this is who I am, who I’ve been for so long. I don’t know any other way to be,” I cried.
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