Page 120 of Never Your Girl

The weight of his question presses down on me, making it harder to breathe. I stare at the screen, my eyes burning with the threat of tears as I wrestle with the answer.

Do I want this to be over?

No. It’s not what I want.

Not at all.

But what does it matter when everything feels broken beyond repair?

My thumbs move before I can stop them.

Me

No.

The silence that follows feels endless, each second stretching painfully thin. I wait, half hoping for another message, half terrified of what it might say. When my phone finally buzzes, the words on the screen make my heart stutter.

ColdAsIce17

Do you think he cares for you?

My throat constricts as I reread the question.

Do I think Bridger cares for me?

After everything that’s happened, I don’t know anymore.

I force myself to type the truth.

Me

I’m not sure.

This time, the pause is longer.

Long enough for doubt to creep in and make me second-guess everything. My gaze drifts to the half-packed duffel bag on the bed. Maybe I should just grab it and go before Bridger returns.

It would be easier that way, wouldn’t it?

Less messy. We can go back to avoiding each other.

That thought has a stab of pain pricking at me.

My phone buzzes, cutting through the storm in my head.

ColdAsIce17

Maybe you should open the door and find out.

My brow furrows, confusion rippling through me. My fingers tremble as I type back.

Me

What?

The response is instant, almost demanding.

ColdAsIce17

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