I'm tired of being an open book for you while you hoard all your secrets."
My head rolled to the side so that my cheek was pressed against his damp chest.
"If all I get of you is your body, I'll take it.
But I can't give you more in return."
"You mean you won't.
Let's be - " "I can't."
I pulled away from him, twisting so that I faced him.
"Look what it's doing to me! I hurt you last night.
On purpose.
Without even realizing it, because the resentment is eating at me even while I'm convincing myself that I can live with everything you're not telling me."
Sitting up, he spread his arms.
"I'm wide open for you, Eva! You're making it sound like you don't know me .
that all we have is sex .
when you know me better than anyone else."
"Let's talk about what I don't know.
Why do you own so much of Vidal Records? Why do you hate your family home? Why are you estranged from your parents? What's between you and Dr.
Terrence Lucas? Where'd you go the other night when I had that nightmare? What's behind your nightmares? Why - " "Enough!" he snapped, shoving his hands through his wet hair.
I settled back, watching and waiting as he clearly struggled with himself.
"You should know you can tell me anything," I said softly.
"Can I?" He pierced me with his gaze.
"Don't you have enough to look past as it is? How much shit can I pile on you before you run like hell?" Laying my arms along the rim of the tub, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"Okay, then.
We'll just be f**k buddies who bitch to a therapist once a week.
Good to know."
"I screwed her," he spat.
"There.
Do you feel better?" I shot up so fast, water surged over the edge of the tub.
My stomach cramped.
"You screwed Corinne?" "No, damn it."
His face was flushed.