"Maybe it's true."
My eyes find hers. "If you believe you're nothing more to me than a cheap replacement, then leave right now."
She holds my gaze. Neither one of us is going to back down from this.
My voice is rough. "And if you believe, for a second, that I don't love you, then leave right now."
She takes a shallow breath. Her eyes are on fire, but she says nothing.
"Is that what you believe?" I ask.
"No." She pulls her hand back to her side. "But I'm still not sharing you with Samantha."
"All I'm doing is repaying a debt."
She rolls her eyes.
Anger grows inside me. She understands how this feels. I know she does.
"Don't tell me you've never felt like that," I say.
"So what if I have? I'm still not sharing you with her." She moves to the sliding door and steps into the apartment.
I follow her. "Alyssa."
"You sound like Ryan."
"That isn't some bomb you can drop to destroy a conversation." I take another step towards her. "I'm not going to give up on this that easily."
"And I'm not sharing you with her. End of story." She moves to the table to collect her bag. "You don't even like her. Hell, you probably hate her. You're still holding a grudge against R
yan. How could you not hate her?"
Her back is to me. Her voice is low. She's already out of here mentally. She's already made up her mind.
"I have a grudge against Ryan because he treated you like shit."
She takes a slow breath. "And it has nothing to do with the fact that he used to fuck me?"
"I doubt it was very good."
She laughs, releasing a bit of the tension. "Always cocky, huh?"
"I wouldn't want to disappoint my number one fan."
I move towards her. She backs into the table. Her eyes turn up to me. There's a desperation in them. A need. I grab her hips and press her on the table.
Alyssa's eyes flutter shut. Her teeth sink into her lips. "Luke..." Her legs wrap around my hips. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I run my fingers over her cheek. "You're not sharing me. I'm yours. All yours."
She shakes her head. Her breath is heavy. She squeezes me tighter.
I want so badly to press her against this table, to show her that I'm all hers and she's all mine. But not like this. Not when she's about to cry.
She pries her eyes open and stares at me. "What if this is the last time?"
I bring my hands to her waist. "It's not."