“To what?” She cuts me off, standing from the bed, and her glare is so fierce I have the good sense to take a step back. “Spend time with someone who never gave a shit, who was a horrible father? No. I don’t think so.”
“I don’t want you to have any regrets. I really think you should consider—”
“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “You want to play that and we’re done. I don’t need another relationship with someone who thinks they know best. I get enough of that from my mother.”
Fuck.Those are fighting words, given what I’ve witnessed from her mom. I throw up my hands and take a deep breath. “Hey. All I did was make a suggestion. I’m not telling you how to live your life.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, hardness etched in her stare. “From here, that’s exactly how it sounds.”
I tap my fingers along the sides of my pants. I imagine everything I want to do to convince her to change her mind. Talk through this rationally. Even throw her on the bed and fuck her until she lets go of that angry glare. But none of that would be helpful. That’s not what Lexi needs.
“I’m going to leave this room now and head to sound checks. Let you get ready for tonight’s show. You seem to be looking for a fight, Lexi, and I’m not gonna give it to you. We can talk about this later.” I grip the door handle and twist it open. My eyes never waver from her glare, and even though it guts me, I do what I think is best. “Or not. Up to you.”
I turn, shut the door behind me, and walk away from the woman I love. Not because I want to. Because she needs the space.
But I won’t give her more than a few hours.
