Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Clingy?!” My rage was lethal by that point, and if he hadn’t been holding me against the wall, I would be doing some serious fucking damage to his face. How dare he accuse me of being clingy? “I’m anything but clingy! I never ask you to fucking go anywhere with me! The only time I even came across as clingy in the slightest way was when I asked you to spend some fucking time with me the other day because I had hardly seen you all fucking week! That wasn’t too much to fucking ask for considering I’m supposed to be your fucking girlfriend!”
My breathing was heavy by then, and my hands were shaking with the need to punch him in his perfect face. “And I’m always pushing for more?!” I jabbed my finger into his chest. “I pushed for something that feels good to both of us – the only thing we can find some kind of balance together: sex! I pushed for more sex! You can’t fucking accuse me of pushing for more of that like it’s a bad thing when you enjoy it just as much as I fucking do!” I yelled in his face.
He shook his head, his dark eyes glittering with rage. “I made a fucking mistake choosing to be with you,” he spat, releasing my sore arms from his hold. “I knew we would never fucking work.”
He walked out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him, making the walls shake with the force that he used to close it. I slid down the wall, tears falling down my face.
What in the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he walking out on me now? We promised each other we would make it work. I knew I was a lot to deal with, and I tended to let things get out of hand, but was it really that much of a struggle for him to be with me?
My heart shattered.
I didn’t know what in the hell to do now.
I always managed to fuck things up and push him over the edge. It was always my fault. God, why did I have to be such a bitch and constantly let things get out of control?
21
Travis
Heaving a tired sigh, I walked back up the stairs to go to my and Katie’s bedroom. Fuck, I knew I was out of line. She hadn’t deserved a damn thing I said to her. I hadn’t stopped her from fighting Annabelle; therefore, I was in the wrong to bitch at her about it. And I shouldn’t have said those things about her being clingy and pushing for more. God knew she was anything but clingy. Hell, in my opinion, she wasn’t clingy enough. I had just been a bastard and had been trying to find a reason to fucking hurt her feelings.
Fuck, I was a major fuck up. I wouldn’t – couldn’t – blame her if she never forgave me for what I said to her.
When I walked into the bedroom, I was damn surprised to find her asleep on the floor. The carpet around her face was slightly damp. It was obvious she’d been crying; her face was still damp from her tears.
Dammit, why did I manage to hurt her all of the fucking time? This girl is my every fucking dream come true, and here I was, managing to break her heart every time I turned around.
I lifted her up off of the floor and cradled her to my chest. “Travis,” she groaned, slowly opening her eyes.
I kissed her softly. “Go back to sleep,” I whispered, laying her on the bed. “I’ll be right beside you when you wake up in the morning, and then, we can talk, okay?”
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. God, the move was adorable my heart squeezed in my chest. “We need to talk now,” she murmured.
I sighed but nodded, not fighting her on it. I wanted her to sleep, but I knew we needed to go ahead and talk out our problems if either of us was going to get any kind of decent rest. We weren’t the type of people that could just fall asleep next to each other without working out our shit.
“I’m sorry for jumping your ass earlier,” I said softly, letting my thumb trail over her cheek. I hated that I could still feel the dampness from her tears. “I had no right to yell at you for fighting Annabelle because I didn’t even try to stop you from hitting her. It was wrong of me. I should have never said those hurtful things that I said to you. You’re nothing like those other girls. You’re everything I could have dreamed of, baby, and I’m sorry that I said all of that hurtful shit to you.”