“This isn’t funny, Crowe,” I snapped.
“You think you f**k four times to say good-bye?” he asked through laughter.
This gave me pause for reflection too because I had to admit, it sounded pretty ridiculous.
I didn’t tell him that.
I tried a different tactic. “Why didn’t you call me if we were still together?”
“Hard to give you space and call you.”
Then something else hit me and my eyes narrowed. “You thought I’d let Luke kiss me when you and I were together?”
“You let Luke kiss you and put his hands up your shirt,” Vance corrected me.
“Whatever,” I said.
His eyes flashed. “Not whatever.”
“I thought we were broken up.” Now my voice was louder.
“I know that now. I thought you were workin’ through shit, experimenting.”
Oh my God.
He did not just say that.
“Experimenting?” My voice was no longer loud, it was quiet, soft and seriously pissed off.
I’d just gone through all sorts of hell, nearly got emotionally chewed to shit by my Rottweiler and through all that, he thought we were still together and he was just giving me space. Not only that, he thought I was the kind of woman who’d “experiment” with another guy.
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
Then…
I lost my mind.
I pulled out of his arms and sat up, wrapping the sheet around me and twisting toward him. “I’m not fifteen years old, Vance, experimenting with every hot guy who comes along! Why didn’t you tell me you were giving me space?”
He came up after me and twisted to face me. “Calm down, Jules,” he said.
“Fuck calm and answer me.”
“Jules –”
I forgot I demanded an answer and kept ranting, so in a snit that I forgot to think about what I said. “I’ve been freaking out for three days. I thought I’d broken up with you and you’d let me. I thought we were over and you weren’t going to try and get me back. Everyone thinks it!” I yelled.
His arms came around me, pulled me to him and I pulled back. We tussled. This of course ended with me flat on my back, head on the pillows and Vance’s body pinning mine to the bed.
“Get off me,” I shouted in his face.
“Quiet, Jules, and listen to me.”
“I don’t want to listen to you,” I snapped.
His eyes flashed, his face changed and his hands went to either side of my head and he held my face to look at him.
“Quiet,” he ordered low and my whole body stilled at his tone and the look on his face.