Page 127 of Stolen Kiss

I nodded.

Jensen went back to the stove, and I watched as he quietly scooped food onto two plates, pushing one front of me before pulling up the chair next to me and sitting down.

“Eat up, sweetheart.”

“Right.”

I barely tasted the food.

I thought things would be different after last night. I knew now how silly it was to think sex might just fix everything.

Jensen was still acting the same, and I didn’t know why that was.

He barely glanced my way while we ate. The meal was terribly long.

Finally, I didn’t think I could eat anymore. I pushed my plate away when I had managed to eat half of what was on it, despite feeling hungry earlier. My appetite was gone.

Jensen frowned. “Done?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can eat anymore.”

He stood. He’d finished more than I managed to. “Why don’t you go rest while I clean up?”

He didn’t give me the chance to answer. He grabbed both plates and headed toward the sink.

I didn’t move.

I was…

Defeated.

And angry and confused and lost.

I didn’t want to lose him.

But I didn’t know how to keep him, either.

I grabbed the crumpled-up napkin nearby, and without thinking, hurled it at him. I missed his head by a half an inch, and it fell over his shoulder and into the sink.

Jensen turned off the water and turned to me.

“I take it back, okay?” I said. “I fucking take it back. I take back that stupid confession that made you act so differently. I don’t love you.”

“What?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“I don’t love you, okay? Are you happy now?”

He moved over to me, grabbing both of my shoulders and turning me toward him. He bent down so we were eye to eye. “You can’t take that back.”

“Oh, yes, I can. I take it back. I don’t love you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can, and I’m doing it.”

I pushed him off me and stood, walking out of the kitchen. I heard his footsteps behind me.

“Emilia. Wait.”

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