Page 177 of Accidental Husband
"I know." The handle shakes. "Can I come in?"
"Not yet." I suck a breath through my teeth. Let out a steady exhale. "You think I'm that bad?"
"Huh?"
"As Hunter?" I ask.
"I have no fucking idea."
Oh.
"I didn't know you were still cutting." His voice softens. "I've seen marks. But I figured they were old scars. Fuck, I really believed you'd tell me if it happened again."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize."
"But… I lied."
"Yeah. And that fucking hurts. It kills me that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."
My heart sinks.
"But that's not what matters."
"Griff—"
"I hate that you went through this alone."
"Well…"
"Oh." His sigh is heavy. "He knows?"
Is he jealous?
I want to slap him for the imposition—who the fuck does he think he is, being jealous of my goddamn fiancé, ex-fiancé, whatever?
How can he be jealous of this?
How can he make it about him, again?
But he isn't.
I mean, I don't think he is.
I'm reading into things.
Griffin is allowed to be hurt or pissed or disappointed.
I just…
I can't take that. Or help him with it. Or absolve him of it.
"Jules?" he asks.
My exhale is sharp. "Jackson figured it out."
"What does that mean?"
