Chapter 74 Seventy-three

• Tension hangs over us like a wet blanket, I sniff, willing the overenthusiastic tears to dry up. My fingers blindly reach for the duvet, Brandon pulls it over me with a sigh. I mutter my gratitude but remain curled at the edge of the bed even when he touches me, stiff as a pole at the contact. I swat his hand on my shoulder, what does he want? I need to rest.
• “El,” he says but I pretend not to hear. I don’t want to see or talk to him, he can return to his Paris dates or even Sophia. Since he trusts her, he might as well spend the night at her place, in her arms. “El, please. I just got back, I don’t want us to fight over this.”
• So now I’m the one always spoiling for a fight? I pull the duvet over my head, if I have my way, he will be sleeping outside. He doesn’t deserve to be in the same space as me.