"I thought we were both better off."
"Both of us includes you." I turn to face him. To try to find some explanation in his expression.
Hurt streaks his blue eyes. "I told you. I don't do relationships."
"So that whole 'I didn't want to hurt you more' thing was bullshit?"
"No. I…" He runs his fingers through his hair. "I was crazy about you. I thought fucking you would cure me of that. But it didn't."
"You're really bad at apologizing."
"Chlo—"
"You were crazy about me. You kept thinking about me. Why didn't you ever pick up the phone?"
"I didn't want to get hurt."
"So?" I pull my arm to my side.
"You're right. I was an asshole."
The earnest apology catches me off guard.
"I'm sorry. It was one of the worst things I ever did, hurting you. It still eats at me."
"Oh."
"If I could take it back, I would."
"How?"
He raises a brow.
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"Would you not seduce me? Or would you call? Would you stick around?"
"I'd call."
"And then?"
"I don't know, sunshine. This kind of thing isn't my forte."
"You really—"
"Yeah." He moves closer. "We can leave now if you want."
"No… Let's just… let's talk about something else."
"Anything in mind?"
Did you really think about me that much?
Are you still thinking about me?
Do you want me as badly as I want you?
I swallow hard. "Let's just talk about work."