He started the engine and merged into traffic, expertly and confidently navigating the powerful car through the craziness of New York city streets.
"Watching you drive makes me want you," I told him, noting how his easy grip on the wheel tightened.
"Christ."
He glanced at me.
"You have a transportation fetish."
"I have a Gideon fetish."
My voice lowered.
"It's been weeks."
"And I hate every second of it.
This is torment for me, Eva.
I can't focus.
I can't sleep.
I lose my temper at the slightest irritants.
I'm in hell without you."
I never wanted him to suffer, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my own misery better knowing he was missing me as much as I was missing him.I twisted in my seat to face him.
"Why are you doing this to us?" "I had an opportunity and I took it."
His jaw firmed.
"This separation is the price.
It won't last forever.
I need you to be patient."
I shook my head.
"No, Gideon.
I can't.
Not anymore."
"You're not leaving me.
I won't let you."
"I've already left.
Don't you see that? I'm living my life and you're not in it."
"I'm in it every way I can be right now."
"By having Angus following me around? Come on.