She’d been too scared and ashamed to face him and have to see the look of pity on his face, or listen to his platitudes about how it wasn’t her, it was him, and how he hoped they could stay friends. She’d woken up this morning with his arms still around her. She’d cultivated her poker face for years, and in the most important moment she’d had in years, it had betrayed her in the worst possible way. Her tears had revealed her feelings for him even more than words could have. So she cried to mourn what could have been, how good his arms felt around her and his chest felt against her face, and how she would never get to feel that again. She wanted him to love her and for them to push through all of their problems together because they loved each other enough to be able to do it.

She knew what his version of “making things work” was-they’d just keep going the same way they’d been going for a while longer, a few more weeks, a month even, before she’d get his breakup speech and he’d disappear.īut she wanted so much for it to be true, that he did want to make it work for real. Her, Alexa Monroe, who never cried.Īnd when he said sweet things about making it work, she’d lost it completely and sobbed so hard she’d hiccupped. The impossibility of that had made her burst into tears. All she’d wanted in that moment was to stay right there in his arms forever, to ignore everything in her head telling her this was never going to work and they were too different and wanted different things, and just give in to the warmth and security of his arms. But then he’d crawled into bed with her in the middle of the night and put his arms around her and she’d broken down.

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