His gaze goes dark and his jaw tightens. “I’m saying I can’t support your decision to do this match. A match that you truly don’t want to do.”
I crawl in his lap and my heart falls when his arms don’t wrap around me. I take his face in my hands and I already see the answer. He’s already checking out. I need to hear him say it. “If I do it, are we through? Will my decision be the end of us?”
Our gazes lock and we don’t blink. I feel him pulling away.
“I don’t see how it can be anything but the end. I will never say it’s okay for someone to hurt you.”
My hands drop to my sides. I nod and feel tears roll down my cheeks. I never even told him I love him. I don’t think hearing it now would make any difference. I push to my unsteady feet. I’m a survivor and I will survive this too. “Okay, then. I’ll pack my things and spend the night at the Inn.”
He only nods.
“David, I…” I pause. From his set jaw, nothing I say is going to matter. He’s made his decision and it seems as if I’ve made mine.