Page 97 of The Man Next Door
I’m at a complete loss for words.
His long fingers wrap around my chin. “You’re the most beautiful and sweet woman I’ve ever known,” he says. “You’ll find someone perfect for you. I just know it.”
My heart drops in my stomach. He’s breaking up with me. He’s busy getting dressed, and all the while, I’m frozen in his bed. I pushed him away. I got too clingy. Too nosy. Men hate that. I ruined it.
My chest aches. My heart is stuck in my throat, robbing me of words. This isn’t real yet. I know he wants me out. I don’t want this to be awkward. I jump out of bed, and scurry to put on my pajama pants, t-shirt and slippers. I grab my phone and keys.
He reaches for my hand, but I pull it away. “Don’t leave so fast,” he pleads. “We can talk.”
“No, you’ve said all there is to say,” I scoff. “I’m sorry I got so clingy.”
He nips at my heels as I rush away. “You’re not clingy. I just… It’s complicated, Abby. I can’t…” his words trail off.
I jerk around. “What’s so complicated, Noah?! Tell me.”
He’s speechless.
“Exactly,” I snap. “You can’t tell me, can you?”
And with those words, I storm out of his loft. I don’t cry until I reach my door. But as soon as I close it behind me, I fall to pieces.
