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“You’re the most risk-averse person I know, so it’s not like you’re going to be making decisions solely based on fuzzyfeelings and your gut.” Which is exactly why he pushed me away and called me a distraction rather than acknowledge the truth.
His brows scrunch together. “I’m not risk-averse.”
“You obsess over probability statistics and make pro-andcon lists for everything.”
“That’s called making an informed decision. Perhaps you should try it sometime, given the current state of your life.”
“Screw you,” I hiss as I reach for the rolls. Berating myself over my life choices is one thing, but having Julian do the same feels like taking a knife to the chest.
His eyes widen. “Dahlia.”
“What?”
“I was joking, but clearly it wasn’t funny.”
I frown. Julian rarely admits when he is wrong, so to say I’m shocked is an understatement.
Groundbreaking.
I glare. He scowls. A tale as old as time.
He speaks first, which in itself is abnormal. “You’re right.”
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that? I think my brain malfunctioned for a split second.”
His frown deepens. “Don’t let this get to your head.”
“Are you kidding? I might get the words and today’s date tattooed across my forehead solely so you’re stuck staring at the reminder.”
He wipes a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I said anything.”
That makes two of us.
He rambles on without his usual inhibition. “I’m not a risk-taker.Never have been and probably never will be, but that doesn’t mean I have a right to judge people who are.”
“Then why do you?” The question slips out before I have a chance to think better of it.
“I’m jealous.”
I can’t find words to answer that in any language, so I lean against the table for support.
He runs his hands through his hair, ruffling the strands. “I wish I could be the type of person who doesn’t give a damn about probability statistics and worst-case scenarios, but that’s not who I am.”
My head tilts, along with my whole world. Julian and I don’t do feelings. Hell, we don’t do much talking either.
Arguing? Yes.
Teasing? Of course.
But sincere admissions? Abso-freaking-lutely not.
To be honest, it might be unnatural, but it is also kind of… nice?
Fuck me.My heart feels like Julian wrapped his ginormous hand around it and crushed it.
“As much fun as this has been…” I reach for the rolls again with shaky fingers, only for Julian to clasp his hand around my wrist.
“Wait.”
