Page 10 of Triple Play
“I know.”
“Do you?”
He moves before I can react, closing the distance between us in two strides. He’s so close now that I have to tilt my head back to look at him.
“You want to know why I left?” His voice is rough. Raw. “Why I never called?”
“I’m not sure I care anymore.”
“Liar.”
My breath catches. “Fuck you.”
“You want to.” He says it so quietly I almost miss it. “You still want to.”
“Your ego is astounding.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
I can’t. We both know it.
His eyes drop to my mouth again, and this time he doesn’t look away.
“This is a bad idea,” he says.
“What is?”
“You. Me. Living three feet away from each other.”
“Then move out.”
“I can’t.”
“Then I guess we’re both stuck.”
He lifts his hand. For one terrible second, I think he’s going to touch me. My heart hammers against my ribs.
Then he drops it and steps back.
“Stay away from Jordie,” he says.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make his life hell.”
“That’s not very captain-like of you.”
His smile is sharp, bitter. “Never said I was a good captain.”
Then he’s gone. Really gone this time.
I sink onto my bed, my entire body shaking.
What the hell just happened?
I spent two years wondering what I did wrong—what I said, what I felt, why I wasn’t enough.
Turns out it was simpler than that.
