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“Drop it—”
“Just shut up and let me love you!” I exclaimed over him. His lips parted with surprise, all of his frustration with me gone in a heartbeat. He didn’t have the chance to say anything before the reality of what I’d said hit me.
What the hell had I just said?
The panic quickly followed. My chest tightened horrifically, and I drew in a sharp breath as all the blood rushed from my head.
I had to get out of there.
“Lincoln—”
“No,” I interrupted, feeling my ears burn hot. “Just… I’ll be back.”
Stiff-legged, I made a quick exit to my room and shut myself in. The weight of my words hit me like a fucking truck, and I sank down on the edge of my bed.
What the hell had possessed me to say it?
Did I love him? My subconscious certainly seemed to think so. But was I in love with him? I knew I was attached to Nash. There was no denying that. I liked him in my life, and I liked our weird dynamic.
I liked… a lot about Nash.
Was I confusing attachment with love?
“Fuck,” I let out with a groan. I scrubbed my hands over my face. This was a fucking disaster—one I’d created, but still.
I had to put some space between me and him to get my head on straight. Our whole dynamic needed to be restructured. Nash wasn’t the guy for me. He’d been crystal clear from the beginning that he didn’t want a relationship. Iknew that.
Can I crash on your couch tonight?
DEAN: You can stay in my guest room.
Thank you.
DEAN: Are you okay?
I don’t know.
DEAN: Did he hurt you?
He’s not a bad guy.
DEAN: But…
But you were right. I’m attached.
DEAN: I’ll drop you my location. Pin is 9753
Thank you.
CHAPTER 67
NASH
Istormedstraightfortheliquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. If I was going to even begin thinking about Lincoln’s unintentional confession, I needed the voice in my head to shut the fuck up long enough to let me think.
As the whiskey went down easily, I started pacing.
“Just shut up and let me love you.”
