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my eyes for something. I gave him nothing. He expected too much from me. I stared blankly at him.

My reluctance to allow him to read me made him try to snatch his hand from me again. I didn’t let

him.

“Don’t be mad. You can’t really expect me to react like I love this situation. I am not here

because I choose to be.”

“But—” he started, but I cut him off before he could go into another one of his “we’re meant

to be” rants.

“No buts. You want too much from me, especially when you’re continuously triggering me

with all your invasive questions and your confessions. It’s hard sharing so much of myself with you.

It’s even harder knowing that you already know so many of my secrets. These are things I never

planned to share with anyone, and you took it upon yourself to learn them.” I paused to give him time

to speak.

He put his head back down instead of responding. Okay, that didn’t go where I wanted it. I

didn’t know why I thought he would give me a response.

I back-pedaled and tried another route. “Adam and Eve… You don't see irony in our names?”

His eyes found mine as he contemplated his answer. “No. No, I don’t. Is this another one of

your games?”

I rolled my eyes before continuing. “Adam and Eve? The people in the Bible?”

“I don’t believe in that bullshit. You’d think a species so obsessed with cocks and cunts, guns

and violence wouldn’t believe in such pious, sanctimonious crap,” he responded indignantly.

“Calm down, Nietzsche. You’re preaching to the choir. I’m not a believer either. We found

something we have in common at least,” I responded.

“We have so much more than that in common, Eve.” His voice dropped an octave. “More than

you know. More than I think you’ll ever be willing to admit.”

I rolled my eyes. “I doubt it.”

“Fine. Doubt me for now. But tell me, Eve, what else do you think we have in common with

this fairytale our names are taken from?”

He wasn’t smiling, but he was no longer looking angry or sad. I took that as a plus. I needed

him back in a good mood.

“You think I’m yours and was made for you. Eve was made from Adam’s rib, to be his