Page 40 of Going the Distance
I wanted us to be good. I wanted everything to go back to normal. I didn’t want to fight—or be petty. I took a deep breath.
“I’m…I’m sorry I got so angry.”
“That’s okay. You have every right to be.”
Part of me wondered where this calm, cool, collected Noah had suddenly come from—he would usually yell just as much as I would; we could both get fired up when we argued. But he was rarely ever the voice of reason like this.
Had college really changed him so much?
“I have to go,” he said, sighing. “I’m sorry, I really am, but I promised some of the football guys I’d meet them for dinner to hang out…but I’ll try to call you later?”
We both hesitated, listening to each other’s breathing, and then I pulled the phone away from my ear and hungup.
My eyes slid shut and I tilted my head back against my bed, taking a deep breath. If things were supposed to be so great with me and Noah, why did I feel like my heart was breaking?
