CHAPTER 142

  She wasn't saying anything, wasn't moving. She just kept staring at him like he was a liar, like he had to be. He didn't want to see that look anymore, so he kissed her. His mouth was rough and angry, passionate in ways she had yet to experience it. He pulled off his jacket and picked her up as it fell to the floor.

  "This is what you want, right?" he asked, his voice cold and rigid. "This is the plan, right? Let's not wait then. Let's just get it over with, like you said."

  He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it gently. He was on top of her, all over her. Despite the angry kisses and the way he talked to her, every other thing he did was heartbreakingly cautious. It wasn't how he was touching her or even that he was touching her. It was the anger and sadness in his eyes as he did it. She just couldn't watch him like this, couldn't not say it back.