Sex Says(99)

Her eyes were cold, reserved, and resolute. She’d had time to build up her defenses, and she’d used it wisely. “You might be sure, but I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“It is that simple.”

“We’ve never even discussed it!”

“We didn’t have to.”

She sighed heavily, and it wasn’t of the dreamy and swoon-like variety. It was the kind of sigh your lungs released when your body had reached its maximum toleration and had no other option but to find a way to release the tension. “There you go with your declarations. Maybe you didn’t have to, Reed, and maybe I didn’t have to before. But now I do. Okay? Now, I do.”

“Okay,” I conceded easily, willing to ride the wave as long as it broke in my favor. “Let’s discuss it, then.” This wasn’t a battle that could be settled without an explanation on my part.

“Why didn’t you go on the trip with my family?”

I opened my mouth to speak when she cut me off. “The truth. Not some existential bullshit or the thing you want me to hear or the thing you think gets you out of trouble. I know you’re good at making up stories, but I’ve never been fooled. Why didn’t you come?”

I nearly smiled at the conditions and the deep, meaningful things it said she knew about me, but my lips refused to cooperate. They knew there wasn’t anything to be happy about until Lola’s lips were pushed up against them.

“You caught me off guard,” I admitted. “With Brandon and the divorce and having just lost the job at the Journal. And hell, I don’t know. I’m not used to having plans, Lo. Expectations.”

“Oh my God, I hate that word.”

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Your sister is great, I like everything about you and her, but introducing me to your parents didn’t seem like it would work out well for me. For us.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed up off the couch to standing. I followed her to my feet as she paced in front of me. “You were going to have to meet my parents eventually, Reed. You’re thirty-one, for fuck’s sake. It’s time to grow up.”

“See?” I accused, perhaps unwisely. “You sound just like my father. So I can only imagine what your father would have to say.”

“I’m pretty sure it would have been along the lines of ‘Don’t eat all the mashed potatoes, Reed.’ He’s not ex-CIA, for shit’s sake.”

No matter how I coached myself, I couldn’t seem to get my point across.

It wasn’t that I was worried for me. I was worried for her.

What would she think if her boyfriend couldn’t make some pseudopositive impression on the most important people in her life? How would they feel about a guy who’d never held a steady job, had just lost his current one, and smoked a pack of cigarettes a day? A guy who spent most of his time alone until their daughter had come along and who barely had any clean laundry?

Jesus. Even I didn’t think I was a catch anymore.

“I’m not what they expect, and I’m not what you did either.”

She shoved me in my chest, and I tingled at her touch, even as aggressive as it was. I missed it. I missed her. “How the hell do you know what I think?”

“Because you tell me.”

“Well, I told you that I liked you, that you meant something to me, and I told you that I wanted you to come. If you’re such a good listener, you should have heard that shit too.”

Goddammit, this was not going well.

I leaned forward to touch my mouth to hers, but she wasn’t receptive at all. I hadn’t expected her to be, but if verbal communication was going this poorly, I thought maybe physical communication would go better.

I was wrong.

“Lo.”

“You know what, Reed? There’s a difference in doing what’s expected and doing something for someone you care about.”

I was taken aback for long enough that she took my silence in the complete opposite way it was intended.

“God, I thought I was someone you cared about. I guess I really had it all fucking wrong. I guess I was just another one of your experiments with life, huh?”

“No!” I shook my head vehemently. “That’s so off base. You know that’s off base. You’re projecting the last few days on the entirety of our relationship—”

“Shut up. Just…shut up. I need time to think.”

“You need time to put distance between us,” I countered, losing my cool over the prospect of not seeing her for days on end again.

She stormed to the door and held it open, but I didn’t move until she started to nod.