“Fine.”
“You were with Daisy. My best friend. My cousin.”
And here it came—the rationalization. It surprised me it had taken her this long to find the road she wanted to go down when it came to pushing me away.Too bad I’d be the one walking—even if she didn’t realize it. “Well, Daisy’s not my cousin because that would have been wrong, but she is my best friend. I’m allowed to fuck other people you know.”
Aria looked like I had hit her, and I could have rightly hit myself.
“Aria...”
She shook her head. “I have to go.”
I looked down at her disheveled dress and hair and didn’t bother to tell her that she could get cleaned up. Because if she stayed, we’d fuck again, and then she would do the worst thing ever, and fall asleep in my arms.
And that’s not what we did.
“Fine. Go. But we’re done—you and me. I’m done being the one that you run to when things get hard because you know I don’t ask questions.”
Aria lifted her chin then, looking like the Montgomery I knew. So fierce, so passionate. So not mine. “All you do is ask questions, Crew. I’m the one that never has the answers. And you’re the one that never lets me askmine.” And when another tear fell, and another, I didn’t bother to wipe them away. Instead, she turned and left, picking up her purse and closing the door quietly behind her.
Aria Montgomery didn’t want to cause a scene. She wouldn’t slam the door. Instead, she would leave, andonce again I watched the woman that I pretended not to love run away.