He’s stubborn. Just as stubborn as I am, and if he’s still waiting for meto say I’m sorry, he’ll never be over here again. I’m not the one who did anything wrong here. I don’t haveto tell him about John.
For all your talk of wanting a relationship that’s a two-way street,I think, frowning into my coffee, you sure as hell aren’t making any moves to clear things up between you.
I push that thought away. I don’t have to think shit like that. Bradley’s the one who wants to get with me—he’s wanted it since the day after he moved in. He was the one who came onto me here by the sink, touched me in places I haven’t been touched in forever, kissed me up against the stove, told me he could be exclusive…he’s the one who needs to get his ass over here and say he didn’t mean to push me so far yesterday. He should realize I’m not as open as he is. I can’t just hand over my heart, not when I’m still in the process of putting it back together again.