Page 6 of Adam & Eve

“Why did you never see me?” I repeated the question in a roar that caused her to jump. “You

never acknowledge me. Why Davis? Why Michael? Why not me? What was so special about them?

What about them caught your attention? Why ignore me? For years, you’ve avoided and fought what

was happening between us. I need fucking answers.” I resorted to pounding my fist angrily against my

chest because it was the only thing I could do to keep from grabbing and shaking some sense into her.

Her only response was to stare at me as if I was crazy. The contemptuous look in her eyes told

me she thought I was about as sane as any random person in a nut house. I was not fucking crazy!

Why was she looking at me like I was? Maybe she was in shock because of my outburst? I needed to

calm down. Our relationship couldn’t start off like that. Nothing would be accomplished if I

continued as I was.

I decided to leave her be and have a moment alone with my thoughts. I loosened my grip on

the knife I’d forgotten I was holding and placed it back into my pocket. She visibly relaxed, but not to

the point that she wasn’t still on guard. Her lips trembled but her chin stayed strong.

Eve blinked rapidly as I watched her watch me. I could see it in her eyes. She was plotting

while I fought against the urge to reach out and touch her, but it was a losing battle. Anxiously, I

moved toward her, reached for her, and she flinched away. Her rejection hurt. It was okay though.

Time healed all wounds. And all we had was time.

I took a step back and tossed my hands up in submission. “Fine. It’s fine. It’s okay. I won’t

touch you, and we don’t have to talk now. We have all the time in the world to work our problems out.

Don’t worry. I still want you, and when you decide to tell me the truth, I’ll forgive you.” Backing

further away from the bed, I gave her the space she wanted. “We’ll talk later,” I reiterated. “I just

wanted you to know that I’m not angry with you. I’m angry at all the time wasted.”

The crocodile tears began again. “What are you talking about? I barely know you,” she

wheezed out between fake sobs.

Her denial enraged me. However, when I spoke up, I managed to keep my tone more even and

calm than I felt. “You know very well what I’m talking about. You chose to ignore me and not them.

You hurt me purposely by flaunting them in front of me. They weren’t meant for you. How could you

do that to me? Pretend you wanted them when we could have so much between us?”

It’s because you’re not worthy.

“Shut up,” I yelled and shook my head violently, trying to make the voice go away.