Page 93 of His to Seduce
He looked out the window, refusing to look at me again.
A chill spread through my body, and I knew. It was too much for him. My past too heavy to hold, to take on.
“I’ll leave you alone. It’s late, but whenever you’re ready, I’ll take you back home.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry I was a dick, Cam. You don’t need that. I just—shit, I’m so sorry. I knew it was big, but I couldn’t have guessed that, and no one deserves to be pushed into talking about that unless they want to.”
He stood, pushing his hands down his jeans, and groaned. “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready. Or I can call you a cab.”
As he turned his back on me, I couldn’t let him feel like that. None of that had been his fault. Not really. I’d been the one hiding secrets when I forced him to tell me his.
The truth wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried to speak.
Then I was left with the back of David’s body, his slow but sure strides taking him away from me.
And everything I’d thought I’d been feeling tilted and crashed to the ground.
David
I’d pushed too hard. I’d pushed too fast.
And when she shattered, losing herself in her grief and her past, I could only think of one person.
Gavin Merryfield. I’d destroyed him with words and my inability to heal his wife.
I’d just done the same to Camden. I hadn’t used a scalpel but I’d dug just as deep, and when she woke up after wearing herself out with body-racking sobs, she’d looked skittish and full of shame and full of destruction.
I’d forced her to face it. To relive it.
But I had the choice to not continue hurting her.
I wasn’t walking away. Only stepping away.
At some point, she had to decide whether I was the worth the risk.
It would kill me to take her home, to give her that choice, but I’d been selfish and needy.
I was still being selfish…I was thinking about me. I needed to know she felt the same about me.
But she had to do it in her own way, in her own time, without my pushing and shoving.