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Rested.
The thought of lying back down, putting my head on these pillows, closing my eyes, and letting dreams come again immediately makes me bristle.
After all these weeks of dancing around the truth, performing this magnificent waltz with the man in the chair, I’m ready to finish the performance and learn the things he’s kept locked away.
Whether they’ll hurt me or not—either way, I still need to hear them.
“What if I don’t want to rest? What if I want answers?”
He scowls at me, the move shifting his beard yet somehow making him look even more handsome in the side-cast light. “It isn’t that simple. I don’t know that I can talk about it right now while I’m so…”
He trails off.
“While you’re so what?”
For a man who can speak a dozen languages, he sure is struggling to find the words he wants to say. But watching him, I can see things I’ve noticed about Weston before.
His hand holding the bottle trembling.
His knee bouncing rapidly.
The constant twitching of his muscles, as if he’s no longer the one in control.
“I’m having a hard time sorting through my rage and my guilt to be able to see any way out of this, and I don’t want to scare you more by explaining what’s happening without knowing how I’m going to resolve it.”
More cryptic words.
Still no answers.
I fist the sheets in my hands, my frustration building along with my annoyance the longer he beats around the bush without revealing what I really need to know. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Go back to sleep, Beauty.” He motions to the bed with the bottle. “I’ll be here.”
So far away.
Though only a handful of feet separate us, it feels like miles, both because of the physical distance but also the emotional one he seems to be trying to grow.
I won’t let him do that.
Weston will not push me away or close himself off to me again, not after everything we’ve been through.
“Come get in bed with me.”
He shakes his head immediately, his eyes gleaming. “That’s not a good idea, Beauty.”
“Was any of this ever a good idea?”
He snorts and takes another swig from the bottle. “Trust me, Beauty, you don’t want me anywhere near you right now.”
“I beg to differ.”
His lips press into a firm line, and his jaw clenches as we stare each other down across the room. “Lie back down.”
“I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep. Not unless you’re in here with me.”
It’s the truth.
But I know saying it is playing dirty.
