she argues, putting her hands on her hips. “You can’t ask me to be the only one to fight for this. We have to meet in the middle.” “You didn’t want to meet in the middle before,” I point out. “You chose to make the decision and walk out on me.” She blows out a breath and rolls her eyes. “Don’t fuckin’ roll your eyes at me,” I tell her. She knows this pisses me off. “At least you pay attention to me when I do it,” she taunts. “If all you had wanted was my attention, babe, you could have figured out much more clever ways to get it. You’ve always had a bangin’ body, Nina. You could have put it to good use. My dick isn’t choosy.” I say that knowing she knows I haven’t cheated on her. I want her to hurt, I want her to feel broken the way I do. I watch as she walks up to me. “You’re an asshole, Sketch.” I bend down so that I’m at eye level with her. She’s on the petite side, and I’m six-two, so I bend at almost the waist. “If that makes it easier for you to sleep at night, keep lying to yourself, and if I am an asshole, it’s only because being with you made me one.”
