Not now, old woman," I tossed over my shoulder coldly. "I need sleep."
Funny. You didn‘t seem to need so much a few days ago."
I felt the blood drain from my face. I wasn‘t ready for this confrontation. I might never be ready for it.

In fact, sleep was the last thing on your mind," he said tightly. He was angry. I could hear it in his voice. What was he angry about? I was the one who‘d been through the emotional wringer.
My hands curled into fists, my breathing grew shallow. I trusted him no more today than I had two months ago. "Fucking was all you wanted.

Autore: Karen Marie Moning