Page 29 of Indigo Sky

She threw the door open and slammed it behind her. Then, immediately, she began to hurry around the room, collecting her pants and shoes and everything else that had been scattered around the floor.

“What are you doing?” I asked even though it was pretty fucking obvious she was leaving.

“I have to get out of here.”

“What?” I climbed out of bed at the sound of her alarmed voice and grabbed my boxer briefs from off the floor. “What do you mean?”

She pulled on her leggings in a hurry and cursed when her toe got caught on the hem. Her hands were trembling, and tears were brimming in her eyes; I stupidly wondered if the smell was truly that bad.

Emily pulled in a shaky breath and wiped at her eyes. She slid her feet into her flip-flops and stood up, grabbing her purse from the foot of the bed.

“I like you, Rev. But I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“What the hell happened out there?” I demanded, refusing to believe that we could go from having perfectly decent sex to breaking up within a matter of minutes.

Things had been good, and then they weren’t; there had to be a reason for it.

She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and hurried to my bedroom door as she said, “You can ask your roommate.”

I followed her out of the room, asking her repeatedly to tell me what the hell had happened, but she wouldn’t answer. She made a beeline to the door, opened it, and slammed it behind her in her haste to leave. I stood there in the living room, wearing nothing but my underwear, stunned. I’d be lying if I said I was completely shattered about the sudden breakup. I thought I’d had a pretty good idea that my relationship with Emily wasn’t going to last. But for it to end so suddenly was … jarring, to say the least.

“What the fuck?” I uttered quietly, scratching the back of my neck.

Then, the bathroom door opened. I turned to see Nate come out, whistling a merry little tune that wasn’t at all vibing with my confusion.

He glanced at me, then swept his casual gaze around the apartment, and asked, “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“She left,” I said dryly. “She told me to askyouwhy.”

He stopped short on his way to his room and picked at his front teeth with a fingernail. “Me? The hell did I do?”

I huffed with exasperation. “Oh, I don’t fuckin’ know, Nate. Why don’t you tell me?”

He shrugged with infuriating nonchalance. “She came out here, wearing a cute shirt and some nice panties, so I complimented her. Didn’t think it was a big deal.”

My brows jumped straight toward my hairline. “Youcomplimentedher? The fuck did you say?”

He continued picking and shook his head. “I dunno. Nothing crazy. I just said something like, she has a nice ass or nice tits or … you know, something along those lines.”

It was crude, yes. Out of line? Absolutely. But for her to leave the way she did over an inappropriate comment, tobreak upwith me … it wasn’t adding up.

“That was all you said?”

His head wobbled from side to side as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Well, Imighthave asked if she’d be willing to join me in my room since she was already dressed for the occasion. She didn’t seem happy about it, so I said that we could invite you if she really wanted. She wasn’t thrilled with that either, so I asked if I could at least watch—"

“You said all of that to her?” I stared at him, unable to believe he could be so … so … so fucking—God, what the fuck is the word I’m looking for here?

Disrespectful.

That was it.

The guy was unfiltered, uncivilized, and quite possibly the most unhinged person I’d ever known. But I never would’ve imagined he’d say something like that to my fucking girlfriend.

And all he could do was shrug. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. A simple no would’ve been fine.”

“Sounds like she did say no and you wouldn’t shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah, well, when you talk to her later—"

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