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I gaped at him. “Why does age matter?”
“It doesn’t!” His voice was beginning to grow louder. “Why the fuck are you attacking me? You asked me a question, so I answered with the first name that popped into my head. I didn’t stop to think why. Jesus. What is your deal?”
Shit. He was right. I was going off and getting upset for no reason.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. You were just being so—”
“Wait. You’re saying I’m the one behaving oddly here?” He pressed a hand to his chest and then shook his head and chuckled darkly. “Wow.”
I knew I was in the wrong. I was being completely hostile over something that was totally not my twin’s fault.
All this was my fault.
My guilt.
I just felt so bad.
Fox had sent me this pleading and devastated look as if I’d ruined his entire birthday.
I just wanted to spend the night with you.
God, what was wrong with me? I could’ve stayed longer. I hadn’t needed to go with Gracen. I shouldn’t have let what Fox had said earlier over the phone rattle me so much.
What if he stopped pushing now?
What if he stopped trying altogether? Or caring? Or coming over?
Panic crawled up my throat.
I didn’t want him to give up on me. To leave. I just needed some time and space to think this through and sort it out in my head.
Oh Jesus, I’d been the one who’d needed space this whole time. Not Fox.
My phone pinged from my purse. I already knew it was him. Needing to know what he’d written, I fumbled to pull it free and see the message. But he’d only sent me two emojis. A boot and a phone.
My eyes watered as my mouth spread wide with a relieved grin.
He wasn’t done after all.
“Shoe phone?” Gracen questioned from beside me.
Jumping, I slammed the screen of the phone against my stomach, hiding it from his view. “Excuse me,” I muttered. “It’s rude to read other people’s messages over their shoulder.”
He lifted his gaze to me and blinked in confusion because we’d always openly snooped on each other’s messages.
“Since when do you care so much about me not seeing your messages? And what does shoe phone mean?” His voice grew suspicious. “Just what’re you hiding from me, Bella? Who the fuck is this warthog person?”
“He’s no one,” I insisted. “It’s nothing.”
“Has someone been harassing you?” he pressed.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “No.”
“So you’re seeing someone new?”
My stomach tightened with dread. He probably knew I was lying when I said, “No,” because he sighed impatiently.
“I have no idea why you would keep something from me, but I can only think of really bad reasons right now. And they all end up with you getting hurt. You’d come to me if you were in trouble, wouldn’t you?”
