"I'm moving to New York."
Chris's words lodge themselves razor sharp in my gut. Mere seconds ago, I'd felt elated as I realised that I wanted to see where things could go between the two of us. Now I feel completely, utterly betrayed.
"You're kidding," I say, drawing back from him enough to analyse his expression. No hint of humour sits there. His face is blank, devoid of any emotion as he stares down at me. "Tell me you're kidding, Chris."
"I'm so sorry, Ash," he whispers, looking away from me to focus on nothing in particular. "I tried to tell you before, but-"
"But you thought you'd just have s*x with me first. Sow your wild oats in England before you piss of to the USA."
"That's not how it is at all!"
I scramble up from the bed to gather my clothes from the floor, hurriedly dress
