Page 32 of Broken Hearts

She sighs, waving her hand dismissively. “Go tell him, he won’t care.”

I take another step forward. “So you are not with him?” I can’t hide the hope in my voice.

“I am, but he doesn’t mind sharing.”

Incredulity prompts a scoff. “A man willing to share you?” I don’t believe it for a second.

Her gaze hardens. “You had no problem passing me to Derek, did you?”

“Share you?” That accusation hits a nerve. I never would have shared her. The thought alone makes me want to murder someone.

She dismisses the conversation with another wave of her hand. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” I insist, but she’s already turning away.

“Goodbye, Cole.”

Except that I’m not ready for this to end. I can’t let her go, not yet. “Why did you cheat on that math test?” It’s a question that haunts me, a mystery I need to solve.

“I didn’t,” she replies, her patience wearing thin. “Leave. Now.”

I stand my ground, arms crossed. I’m not leaving, not without answers, not without her being mine again. I will spend my night with Eva.

““You did,” I counter, as she turns back towards me. The tiredness in her eyes is more telling than words could ever be.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she says, her voice heavy with finality.

The exhaustion in her gaze and the definitive tone of her voice cause something within me to crack, leaving me feeling raw and emotional in a way that only Eva Sinclair can provoke.

“Why did you tell her?” My voice is low.

“Tell who about what?” Even the irritation in her voice doesn’t manage to take me out of this weird funk.

“Jenny. Why did you tell her about my… condition?” I can’t say it.

She seems confused; it only lasts one second, but it’s enough for me to realize that she didn’t say a thing.

Before I can add anything, her face closes, and it carries so much anger and even a hint of hate that I take a step back.

“Is that why you destroyed my life? Because you thought I spilled your little secret to your one and only?”

I want to correct her. Jenny is not my one and only; she is. But something clicks in her words. “How did I destroy your life?” I ask instead, closing the distance between us.

She raises a finger, taking a few steps back.

“One fuck! It was just one fuck,” she replies stubbornly.

I shake my head. “No. It could never be just one fuck, Angel, and you know it. It’s you and me.”

She grabs her phone, and I am about to ask her who she’s calling. She can call James Dean. I don’t even care. I’ll fight him for her if that’s what she wants.

“Campus security?” she speaks into the phone, and I feel a cold shock. She’s really calling them on me. “I’m being harassed. There’s a man in my apartment who’s refusing to leave.”

Eyes narrowing, I consider the implications. They will not keep me long, not with my name and status, but if that gets back to my father…

“Yes, I’m at—”

Raising my hands in surrender, I step back. “Well played,” I mutter, conceding this round to her.

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