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“Hah! ” I say with  a laugh.  “Are you sure  about tha t?”

                    He   no ds,  so  I  prep are   to  let   hi m  ha ve   it.  I  push   agains t  hi s  ches t
                and  make  my way around  hi m so tha t he’s the  one  lea ni ng  agains t the
                led ge  no w.
                    “I  can’t  tel l  what  you  wan t,  R yle!   And   ev ery  time  I  get   to  the  point
                where  I start to no t give  a shi t, you sho w up again  out of the  blue!  You
                sho w  up  at  my  work,  you  sho w  up  at  my  apartment   door,  you  sho w  up

                at parties , you . . .”
                    “I  live  here, ”  he   says,  ex cusing   the  last  one.   Tha t  pisses   me  off  ev en
                more.  I clenc h  my fis ts.
                    “Ugh!  You’re  driving  me  crazy! Do you want  me  or do you not?”
                    He  stands  up  straight   and   takes   a  step   toward  me.   “Oh,   I  want   you,
                Lily. Make  no  mistake  about that. I just don’t wan t to want  you.”
                    My  who le  body  sighs   at  tha t  comment .  Partly  out  of  frustration  and

                partly  bec ause    ev er ythi ng   he   says  makes   me   shi ver   and   I  ha te   tha t  I
                allow hi m to make  me  feel  like  thi s.
                    I   shake   my   he ad.   “You   don’t   get    it,   do   you?”   I   say,   softeni ng    my
                voice.   I  feel   too  def ea ted   right   no w  to  keep   yel ling   at  hi m.  “I  like  you,
                R yle.    And    kno wing    tha t   you   onl y   want    me   for   one   ni ght    makes    me
                rea lly,  real ly  sad.  And   maybe  if  thi s  were   a  few   mont hs   ago,  we  could

                ha ve   ha d   sex    and    it   would   have   been   fine.    You   would   ha ve   walked
                away  and   I  could  ha ve  ea sily  moved   on  with  my  life.   But  it’s  no t  a  few
                mont hs     ago.   You   waited    too   long ,   and    too   many    piec es    of   me   are
                inv es ted    in   you   no w,   so   plea se.    Stop   flirting    with   me.    Stop   ha ng ing
                pictures    of   me   in   your   apartment .     And    stop   send ing    me    flowers .
                Bec ause  when  you do tho se  thing s, it does n’t feel  good, R yle.  It actually
                kind  of hu rts.”

                    I  fee l  defl ated   and   ex ha usted   and   I’m  rea dy  to  lea ve.   He  reg ards
                me  silen tly,  and   I  res pec tfully  give  hi m  time  to  make  hi s  reb uttal.  But
                he   does n’t.   He   just   turns    around ,   lea ns    over   the   led ge,    and    stares
                down  at the  street  like  he  didn’t hea r a sing le  word I said.
                    I walk across the  roof and  open  the  door, ha lf ex pec ting  hi m to call
                out   my   na me    or   ask   me   no t   to   lea ve.    I   get    all   the   way   back   to   the

                apartment      bef ore   I   fina lly   lose   all   ho pe   of   tha t   ha ppeni ng .   I   push
                thro ugh  the  crowd  and   make  it  thro ugh  three  different   rooms  bef ore
                I   spot   Dev in.    When   he   sees    the   look   on   my   face,    he   just   no ds   and
                beg ins  to make  hi s way across the  room toward me.
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