“Or should I ask who were you with?”
Ouch. That hurt and I glanced away.
Wearily I pushed off from the door, stepping out of my heels and tossing them to the side. I was bone tired. Emotionally and physically drained. I’d spent hours walking the streets of Philly—not a real smart thing to do but I’d never cared for smart and easy before so why start now?
I leaned against the sofa that was between us, pushing the tangled hair at my nape over my shoulder. He moved and stepped into the circle of light, still dressed for the club. Dark jeans and white collared shirt with the top three buttons undone. He hadn’t shaved today and there was shadow along his jaw, shadows in his eyes, and his sensual mouth was hard.
I didn’t have to look at him to know I’d just lost everything I’d ever wanted because I felt it. I felt the loss seep into bone and tissue. I felt it settle between the cracks in my heart and the empty holes in my soul.
“I wasn’t with anyone. I just…I just walked and tried to…” Oh God, how could I explain?
“Tried to what? You’re not telling me anything. Do you know how crazy that makes me?”
Not as crazy as me.
Without a word I turned on my heel and headed for my bedroom where I rummaged through my underwear drawer until I found what I was looking for. I was back in the main room seconds later and Ben was still standing next to the sofa. There wasn’t one soft thing about him and my heart rate shot up as the pieces inside me began to move.
God, I wished they would just stop.
“You want the truth?” I asked harshly, feeding on the friction inside me.
His glared at me, but I saw the hurt in his eyes and it just made everything worse. “Don’t you think I deserve it?”
I tossed the bottles at him and watched as he caught them up against his chest. “There,” I said roughly. “There’s the truth.”
He looked at me as if I was crazy, which of course I was, and then studied the bottles in his hands, turning them over as he read the information on the labels. “What are these?”
“They’re bottles that hold little pills that define who I am.”
“Lithium?”
“Yes.”
He glanced at the other one. “Klonopin?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t get it.”
“No,” I said bitterly. “You don’t.” God, it was hot. I clawed at the top of my halter dress and lifted my hair off my neck.
“What the fuck, Georgia?” He tossed the pills onto the sofa and rounded it, until he was inches from me. “What are you hiding behind?” He ran his hands through the mess of hair over his forehead and swore again. “I don’t care about pills. I care about you.”
I exhaled slowly but it did nothing to calm me.
“I know,” I whispered, the sadness inside me so huge I ached from it. “But you don’t know the real me. If you had met the real me when you first walked into this loft all those weeks ago, I guarantee you would have run the other way. You might have fucked me first, but I’m no keeper.”
He didn’t look shocked at my words. He folded his arms and glared at me.
The pressure inside my chest burst, ripping something open. My lips started moving before I could stop them and words fell…words that I wanted to snatch back as soon as I said them. But that wasn’t happening either. I had run out of time and sadly, so had Georgia and Ben.
“I’m the girl who’s had sex with so many guys I can’t even remember them all. I gave myself away because I could. Because I wanted to and because it made me feel good for about five seconds. I’m also the girl who loved to snort coke and drink vodka in her coffee mug. I’m the girl who would stay up for seventy-two hours straight painting madness, because it felt as if I was creating art.”
I paused as crush of memories pressed into my brain and sobbed, shaking my head at all the things I’d done.
“I don’t belong with someone like you, Ben.” My eyes filled with tears and I scrubbed at them angrily, wiping them away in one jerky motion. “I thought I could pretend and move forward and be this perfect girl but who am I kidding? My past, all the shit I’ve done, will never go away and I don’t want you to suffer because of it. You deserve so much more. You deserve to be able to walk into that Flyer dressing room and not have the guys snicker behind your back because you’re with Georgia King. You deserve to hold your head high and not be afraid that some inappropriate picture of your girlfriend won’t pop up online because trust me, they’re there.”