Indignation prickles my skin. “One, that’s disgusting. And two, that’s not fair and you know it.”
“I don’t know a damn thing, apparently.”
“He asked me out before I slept with you! And I probably wasn’t even going to go!”
Garrett barks out a harsh laugh. “You probably weren’t going to? Yeah. Thanks for that.” He takes a step to the door. “You know what? Just go on the damn date. You got what you wanted from me. I guess Justin can take it from here.”
“Garrett—”
But he’s already gone. Not just gone, but making his exit known as he slams my door, thuds through the suite, and slams that door too.
I stare at the empty space he was taking up a second ago.
I know exactly what it is.
Garrett’s hoarse words echo in my head, and a vise of emotion constricts my heart, because I’m pretty sure I know exactly what it is too.
And I’m scared that because of my split-second moment of indecision, I just threw it all away.
32
Garrett
The temperature seems to have dropped twenty degrees from when I walked into Bristol House to when I stormed out of it. A frigid gust of wind blasts me in the face and chills the tips of my ears as I trudge toward the parking lot.
See? This is why I avoid the whole girlfriend drama. I should be over the fucking moon tonight because the team crushed Harvard. Instead, I’m pissed off and frustrated and more upset than I expected to be. Hannah’s right—we were just fooling around. Same way I was fooling around with Kendall, or the chick before her, or the chick before that. I didn’t even bat an eye when I ended it with any of them, so why the hell am I so bummed right now?
Thank fuck I got out of there, though. I had been seconds away from making a complete fool of myself. Saying things I shouldn’t be saying, maybe even begging. Jesus. If that’s not a sign of some serious pussy-whipping right there then I don’t know what is.
I’m halfway to my Jeep when I hear Hannah call out my name.
My chest clenches. I turn around and see her racing down the path from Bristol to the lot. She’s still in her PJ’s—plaid pants and a black T-shirt with yellow music notes decaled on the front.
I’m tempted to keep walking, but the sight of her bare arms and cold-flushed cheeks pisses me off even more than our fight had. “Jesus Christ, Hannah,” I mutter when she reaches me. “You’re gonna catch a cold.”
“That’s a myth,” she shoots back. “Cold weather doesn’t cause colds.”
But she’s visibly shivering, and when she wraps her arms around herself and starts rubbing her bare skin to keep warm, I rumble in annoyance and hurriedly unzip my jacket.
Gritting my teeth, I drape the coat over her shoulders. “Here.”
“Thanks.” She looks as annoyed as I feel. “What the hell is wrong with you, Garrett? You can’t just storm off in the middle of a serious discussion!”
“There was nothing left to discuss.”
“Bullshit.” She angrily shakes her head. “You didn’t even let me talk!”
“Yes, I did,” I answer flatly. “And trust me, you said plenty.”
“I can barely remember what I said. You know why? Because you totally caught me off-guard and didn’t even give me a second to think about it.”