Page 75 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“I’m fine.”
He wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. “You can’t lie to me, Harlow. I know you better than anyone.”
I shake my head. “Don’t do this right now.”
“I’m not trying to do anything.” His shoulders droop. “I’m concerned, that’s all.”
“Well, don’t be,” I snap. “I’m not yours to be concerned about, not anymore.”
“And that was never my choice,” he volleys back, voice heated.
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss. “I don’t want Monroe to hear us fight.”
“That was always your problem, though, wasn’t it?” he argues. “You never wanted to talk about our problems; you weren’t willing to fight for us.”
“Stop that.” I back into the bathroom, wanting to get away, but all it does is put me closer to him when he follows and closes the door behind us. “Spencer,” I warn, finger raised. “We’re not doing this right now.”
He shakes his head. “Weneverdo this. I think it’s about time we hash some shit out, don’t you?”
I stick my tongue against my cheek, trying to hold back tears. Ihatefighting and even more than that I hate talking about my feelings.
“We’re trying to be friends again,” I remind him. “Do you really want to do this right now?”
“Yeah, I fucking do,” he argues. “We’re never going to be able to be friends if we don’t talk about the elephant in the room.”
“And what elephant is that?” I ask, my back bumping into the wall behind me and knocking the frame my mom has hung there crooked.
He’s so close to me that I could count each individual eyelash and freckle on his nose if I wanted.
“That there’s a part of you that’s still in love with me.”
I shake my head adamantly. “You’re wrong.”
“Say it then,” he demands, bracing a hand beside the framed photo.
“Say what?”
His lips find my ear. “Tell me you don’t love me.”
I close my eyes.
“I can’t,” I gasp.
His lips brush mine when he says, “I know.”
It’s not a kiss, not even close to one, but god does it have me wanting to grab him and kiss him for real.
What the hell is wrong with me?
When I open my eyes, he’s pulled away and is heading out the door, closing it behind him.
“Fuck!” I curse and turn back to the sink, starting all over with applying cold water to my hands and neck.
When I exit the bathroom, I head back outside and immediately meet Jameson’s concerned gaze. I wonder what he’d think if he knew I’d been locked in the bathroom with my ex—that I’d thought about kissing him.
I look for Spencer, but don’t see him.
“Where’s Spencer?” I ask. The last thing I need is him sneaking up on me.
