He stared at her, his gaze moving from her eyes, to her mouth, her neck, back to her eyes. “So you were never all in, were you? Even when I was spilling my guts to you about feelings and crap that I’d rather puke out than say, you were just sitting back, holding on to your own issues. Wow.” He rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw. “Talk about being played.”
“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until the wedding.”
“That was damn convenient, wasn’t it?”
“I was scared.” She willed him to understand. “And mixed up.”
“You were scared? You think I make a habit of telling a woman I worship the friggin’ air she breathes?” He didn’t give her time to respond, but went on, his expression blank, his voice eerily soft. “I guess I deserved it though, didn’t I? All those years never letting a woman get to my heart, and then along you came and carved out a nice chunk of it. Yeah, lucky me.”
“Michael, it was never like that. I loved you.” I still love you.
“Right. I guess I thought love was about showing who you really were, even the unlovable parts, and knowing the other person wasn’t going to bail.” His mouth flattened, pulled into a frown. “So, since we can’t say that….”
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