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Chapter 26
“I’vecomealivesinceImetyou.”Histhumbtracesthecontoursofmylowerlip.
“Me,too,”Iwhisper.“I’vefalleninlovewithyou,Christian.”
Hiseyeswidenagain,butthistimewithpure,undilutedfear.
“No,”hebreathesasifI’veknockedthewindoutofhim.
Ohno.
“Youcan’tloveme,Ana.No…that’swrong.”He’shorrified.
“Wrong?Why’sitwrong?”
“Well,lookatyou.Ican’tmakeyouhappy.”Hisvoiceisanguished.
“Butyoudomakemehappy.”Ifrown.
“Notatthemoment,notdoingwhatIwanttodo.”
Holyfuck.Thisreallyisit.Thisiswhatitboilsdownto—incompatibility—andallthosepoorsubscometomind.
“We’llnevergetpastthat,willwe?”Iwhisper,myscalppricklinginfear.
Heshakeshisheadbleakly.Iclosemyeyes.Icannotbeartolookathim.
“Well…I’dbettergo,then,”Imurmur,wincingasIsitup.
“No,don’tgo.”Hesoundspanicked.
“There’snopointinmestaying.”Suddenly,Ifeeltired,reallydog-tired,andIwanttogonow.Iclimboutofbed,andChristianfollows.
“I’mgoingtogetdressed.I’dlikesomeprivacy,”Isay,myvoiceflatandemptyasIleavehimstandinginthebedroom.
Headingdownstairs,Iglanceatthegreatroom,thinkinghowonlyhoursbeforeIhadrestedmyheadonhisshoulderasheplayedthepiano.Somuchhashappenedsincethen.Ihavehadmyeyesopenedandglimpsedtheextentofhisdepravity,andInowknowhe’snotcapableoflove—ofgivingorreceivinglove.Myworstfearshavebeenrealized.Andstrangely,it’sliberating.