Page 36 of Catch Him
“Dress guy finally dump you?”
She wanted to hurl something at him. Something that would take his smug look off his face, but there was nothing easily at hand in this apartment. No cute knickknacks. Nothing that turned a space into a home. Because he didn’t care and she didn’t care either, she just realized.
“Fuck you,” she told him.
“Nice mouth.”
“Yeah, well I learned from the best.”
She blew past him into her bedroom and slammed the door shut because it made her feel better to hear that noise. A crack of sound that identified some of the turmoil she was feeling now.
Why had she done it? Why did she have to go and ruin everything?
She fell onto the bed and thought that it smelled weird. Because it didn’t smell like him. It didn’t smell like them. Three weeks and her own bed wasn’t her bed anymore.
Shucking off her clothes, she got under the covers and tried not to think about what had happened. Instead she thought of the future. Tomorrow. Lunch. She would force them back to what they were and she would relish every minute they spent together.
Then when the time came, when he said he had to leave her to go back home, she was going to do the thing she’d never thought she would have the courage to do.
She was going to ask him to take her with him.
