Our Way

“That won’t happen again.” He growls.

“You’re overreacting.”

His eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “And you are underreacting. It’s blatantly obvious that you don’t give a flying fuck about our friendship.” He heads for the door.

What the hell?

“We’ll talk about it tonight.” I try to calm him—he’s about to have a heart attack or something.

“There is no tonight, Eliza.”

“Why not?”

He glares at me. “I need some space.”

My heart drops. “From me?”

“Yes. From you.”

We stare at each other for a moment. Something has shifted between us.

He rushes out the door. I stare at it for a moment, shocked.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. For fuck’s sake… what a disaster.

Nathan

“Nathan, this way, please.” Elliot smiles as he calls me from his waiting room. I follow him into his office and take a seat.

“How are you?” He smiles.

“Terrible.” I’ve been rattled since seeing Eliza at the hospital this afternoon.

The look on her face.

He sits down. “Tell me, what’s been happening? I take it there have been developments with Eliza?”

I drag my hand down

my face. “It’s gotten worse. Everything is worse. I can’t even look at her now.”

He frowns. “Why is that?”

“Last night.” I screw up my face at the memories. “We fought, and then we went out to dinner and had cocktails.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“What did you fight about?”

“My jealousy.”

“We’ll come back to that. Go on.”

“We got into bed and… she just felt so good, you know? I couldn’t help myself. For two hours before that, I’d been ….” I swallow the lump of shame in my throat. “Picturing her in every sexual position known to man.” I pause for a moment. “Picturing her head between my legs… her mouth full of… me.”

“I see.”

“When I got into bed, something snapped.”

He narrows his eyes. “How did this start?”