āNow isnāt a good time,ā Sloane said, avoiding my eyes. āI have a lot of work to do.ā
āOn the Sunday after Christmas?ā Silence.
I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to piece together the right words in the right way. There were a thousand things I wanted to tell her, but in the end, I opted for simple and honest.
āSloane, I didnāt mean what I said last week,ā I said softly. āAbout you having no emotions. I was frustrated and upset, and I took it out on you.ā
āI know.ā
I faltered; I hadnāt expected that. āYou do?ā
āYes,ā Sloane said stiffly. She went a teeny bit pink around her ears. āI should apologize too. I shouldnāt have pushed you so hard right after the fire. That wasā¦that wasnāt what you needed at the time.ā
āYou were just trying to help.ā I cleared my throat, still feeling ill at ease. āAnd Iām sorry for not reaching out on Christmas. Honestly, I was too ashamed to just call you like nothing had happened, and I figured you wouldnāt want to discuss the fire during the holidayā¦ā It wasnāt the best excuse, but none of my recent actions could be classified as smart.
āYou werenāt the only one who didnāt reach out. Itās a two-way street.ā Sloane slid her pendant along its chain.
āMaybe we can have a belated celebration,ā I said. āThe ice rinks are still open.ā
āMaybe.ā She was so quiet, I almost didnāt hear her.
I paused, trying to paint why this whole thing felt wrong. At first glance, we were on the same page. Iād apologized, sheād apologized, everything was great. So why was tension still hanging over us like a storm cloud? Why wasnāt Sloane meeting my eyes? Why did she sound so fucking sad?
The only thing I could think of wasā¦
No. A surge of panic seized my limbs, but I covered my suspicions with a forced smile. āSo weāre okay. I know we have a lot of stuff to figure out regarding the club, but you and me, weāre okay?ā
I searched her face for a hint, any hint, that she agreed.
I didnāt find it, and when she opened her mouth, a part of me already knew what she was going to say.
āXavierā¦ā
āDonāt.ā I clenched my jaw. āItās not time yet.ā
āOur trial period ends in two days.ā Sloaneās eyes finally met mine, and it was like looking at a sea of stars in the night sky. They gave the illusion they were within reach, but if I extended my hand and tried to grasp those fleeting emotions, theyād slide through my fingers like whispered taunts. āWhat happens then?ā
āThen we end the trial and start dating for real.ā I didnāt bother playing coy. āThatās what I want, Luna. Tell me thatās not what you want too.ā
I didnāt know a lot of things, but I knew her. I knew she had feelings for me. Iād tasted them in her kiss, heard them in her laughs, felt them in the way sheād pressed her body to mine. They werenāt the hallucinations of a man in love; they were real, and Iād be damned if I let them slip away.
But when Sloane straightened her shoulders and her expression cooled, I had a sneaking suspicion that the feelings Iād thought would bring us closer would end up being the very things that drove her away.
āI didnāt want to do this today, but since youāre here, we might as well.ā Her knuckles whitened around the doorknob. āWe had fun; Iām not denying that. But our trial period is all but over and we wonātā¦ā She swallowed. āWe wonāt work in the long term.ā
A strange roar erupted in my ears. āWhat are you saying?ā I asked quietly.
I knew exactly what she meant, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth. I wasnāt giving her an easy way out on this.
āIām saying thereās no extension.ā Sloaneās mouth wavered for a split second before firming. āI want to break up.ā
I was freezing.
The heater was running at full strength, but goosebumps coated my arms and legs, and the doorknob felt like ice in my hand.
Or maybe the cold was coming from the hallway, where Xavier stood still as a winter night, his face carved with shock.
As I watched, the sharp edges hardened into determination, and he shook his head. āNo.ā
I closed my eyes, wishing I were anywhere but here, that his plea through the door hadnāt weakened my defenses so much Iād abandoned my original plan to break up with him over the phone. That wouldnāt have been the bravest thing to do, but it was preferable a dozen times over to witnessing Xavierās hurt disbelief in person.
I opened my eyes again and steeled my resolve against the voice banging inside my head, screaming donāt do this.
I had to. If we didnāt break up now, weād have to break up someday, and Iād rather cut ties before I was in too deep.
Youāre already in too deep, the voice snarled.
I ignored it.
āDonāt make this any harder than it has to be,ā I said. āThe terms were clear. We date for two months, then decide whether weāre going to work. Well, those two months are over, and Iāve decided we wonāt.ā
āYou decided. I remember you saying something about this being a two-way street.ā Xavierās cold stillness fell away and revealed a blaze of emotion in his eyes. āGive me a good reason why we wonāt work.ā
āWeāre too different.ā
āThat wasnāt a problem when we were dating. Opposites have long-term relationships all the time, Luna. Itās not a deal-breaker.ā
āIt is for us.ā Something large and jagged had taken up residence in my throat, and every word scraped painfully on its way out. āIām not meant for long-term relationships, okay? I get bored. Things donāt work out. What we have is already complicated because we work together, and itās easier for both of us if we break up before weāre forced to.ā
Iād rehearsed my speech a hundred times over the past two days, but it rang as false now as it had the first time.
I did have a good reason for why we wouldnāt work, but I couldnāt tell him because I was terrifiedāof him, of this, of us.
He wouldnāt knowingly hurt me, not right now, but if I gave him an inch, heād take a mile. Iād succumb to his promises, his power over me would solidify, and one day, Iād wake up and realize he could break me into more pieces than anyone else. His offhanded comment, delivered in the heat of the moment last week, had sent me reeling. What would happen if he tried?
Everything was fine during the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but that phase had to end eventually, and I refused to leave myself vulnerable when that happened.
No matter how much it hurt in the short term, breaking up was the best thing to do in the long term.
āForced?ā Xavierās eyes flashed at my reply. āWhoās going to force us, Sloane? Your family, our friends, the world? They can all fuck themselves.ā
āStop. This is the smartāā
āI donāt give a damn about smart. I give a damn about us and the fact youāre lying to me.ā
Heat seared my cheeks and chased away the bone-rattling cold. āI am not lying,ā I snapped, trying to hide the waver in my voice. āDo you remember when we ran into Mark at the restaurant? You said he couldnāt take a hint. Donāt repeat his mistake.ā