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I roll my eyes. “Sure, Alex. Tell yourself that.”

“No, I’m serious, Seth. I’m done.”

A chill ripples through me at his dark tone. He doesn’t blink as he stares down at me, his face hard, his jaw clenched.

“I’m done,” he adds while taking a step back. “I’ve been done for a while.”

A scoff escapes me at that. There’s no way that’s true. I see the way he stares at me longingly.

“I want us to be open about our relationship in front of Lucas and Hunter.”

“There’s no fucking way that’s ever happening,” I mutter while running a hand through my hair.

“I don’t want to hide anymore,” Alex continues. “I’m sick of it. I’m not one for keeping secrets.”

“You have to be kidding me!” I shout. “You kept Rachel’s secret!”

"For a few weeks. Not several months. Besides, that’s different.”

“How?” I cross my arms and tilt my head at him. “How is that different, Alex? Explain it to me, will you?”

“Because our relationship isn’t one-sided.”

I feel like I’ve been hit by a bag filled with bricks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“No, I don’t.”

Alex sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how you feel about us, Seth.”

“Now you’re sounding crazy. How do you not know?”

“Because you’re always busy trying to hide us from Lucas and Hunter, or anyone else who may see us.”

“S-so?” He knows my privacy is important to me. He’s known this all along. Why is he bringing it up now? It’s not like I’ve been hiding the real me from him. I’ve always been like this.

Alex shakes his head. “I’m done, Seth. If you don’t want to be open about our relationship, then I don’t want to be in it anymore.”

I can feel my mouth gaping open. He can’t be serious. This is completely coming out of nowhere. “How long have you felt like this?” I ask, hardly feeling my tongue moving.

“About a month. Maybe more.”

“You have to be kidding me.” I plop myself down on the edge of the bed, unable to stand any longer. I don’t know if it’s the tequila, or too many shocks from the day, but I feel like I’m going to vomit, or pass out.

“No, Seth. I’m not.”

“But I thought everything was going fine.”

“For you!”

I peek up at Alex. He looks more sad than angry and I don’t know what to say. I want him to change his mind, to tell me he regrets his words. We have a good thing. He should know that.

“You’ll change your mind in the morning,” I whisper, but he’s already shaking his head.

“No, Seth, I won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

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