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He shot around and placed his hands on my shoulders "Don’t do this, Elizabeth"

"Fuck ainst his chest "Please make love to me"

"I can’t"

I hit his chest "Why not?!" I cried,blurry "Why not?! I let you touch me when you wanted her I let you screhen you needed it I let you…" My words faded off, becorabbed ainst his chest "Because, you’re broken You’re extreht"

"Just make love to me"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because, I can’t"

"That’s not an answer"

"Yes, it is," he said

"No, it’s not Stop being a coward Just tell me why not Why the hell not?!"

"Because I’rip "I’m not Steven, Elizabeth I’h You can be him"

"No," he said, sternly "I can’t"

I shoved hiainstto Tristan "I hate you for leavingme I can’t breathe I can’t breathe" I lost myself in Tristan’s arms

I fell apart in a way I’d never experienced in my life

I shook, I screa sure not all of hteen

Elizabeth

I waited teeks before I could face Tristan again I was embarrassed, ashamed of the way I’d broken down in his room, but when he calledthe interior design for his home, I felt as if I had to suck up my fears

"Are you okay? You seeh his house I was still so extremely uncomfortable hat I’d done, the way I’d fallen apart in front of hiave hih

"Okay, well, you can do prettyroo room, bathroom, my bedroom, and the kitchen mainly And I would love for the study to not look like a complete mess"