His expression told me he did, but I was so confused. I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to believe him. So much.
“How the hell am I supposed to know when you just told me you’ve lied to me?”
“I’ve never lied about how I feel. Not once.”
“Then tell me, do you care?”
His grey eyes flashed with anguish as if my questioning him was physically painful.
“Of course I fucking care. What more do you want from me, Avery? You’ve taken every fucking ounce of my self-control. I never wanted to feel anything for you, but I do. I feel so fucking much for you. Fuck. You drive me fucking insane. I don’t know how to do this. Everything I say and do hurts you further. What more do I have to do? Tell me because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t. It’s fucking hurting me. Every time you cry. Every fucking time I have to watch you break apart. All I want is to make you fucking happy. What do you want from me? Just fucking tell me already.”
I want you to love me because I love you.