What the hell? Where did that come from?

“Being closed out.” He has a hint of humor in his eye, but I know he’s being serious, sardonic, and not in a friendly way. I frown at him and go back to my sight-seeing, confused at his manner. Trying hard not to rise to it and inwardly churning up with anxiety.

“What does it take, Emma?” That edgy tone in his voice betrays a bad mood looming up.

Why today?

I curse inwardly. Jake’s negatives moods are the worst thing ever; maybe he’s hungover and obviously still tired. He shifts gear as we round a rather craggy coastal road; his focus on the road, his brows furrowed, and a tightness to his jaw that screams of tension.

“Jake, please … What are you talking about?” I squirm in my seat and adjust my clothes to distract the awkwardness in my pose.

How have I closed him out? He’s seen more of me, knows more of me, than anyone on the planet, does he not see that?

“You’re not even going to mention last night? Is that another conversation over?” he snaps this time and I bristle.

“You didn’t mention it either.” I spit, a little too aggressively. Riled by the up by this attack; it’s like he’s getting his period.

“I was waiting to see if you would.” Eyes cool green and face tense, he’s in difficult and stubborn mode.

Great!

“Why?” I snap, but he just shrugs again.

Oh my god.

don’t want to fight, I want to

a line.” I plead, trying to make him see sense, trying to stop this fiery conversation and get back to something

square one.” The sarcasm

that supposed to mean?”

door. No conversation. No acknowledgment of it, just wham. Over!” He barks at me, all hope of not fighting out the window and my emotions

boss? I’m not letting myself go? That’s being closed off?”

it

Emma.” His voice is laced with venom, anger seething from every pore, his body tense. I stay silent, anger prickling my

anyone can make a mistake.”

asshole and ruining

slams on the brakes and we screech to a halt, kicking up dust and stone around the car,

What the hell?

non-existent traffic. He unbuckles and gets out of the car and

I do? What the actual hell? Where did this even come

this version of angry Jake, not like this, not with this kind of rage. I feel sick, unbearably emotional and I reel it back in, taking deep heavy breaths, trying to still my hands. Trying to not let him get to me while my stomach

to the car and slides in stiffly; he’s making me jumpy and nervy. He’s not looking at me and he doesn’t try to put his belt back

is he

I watch him warily, every nerve ending

“It’s about this eternal need in you to stay in full

my life, he has no idea. He’s the closest person to me in

of you there is … Tired, grumpy, bossy, happy, PMSing like fuck.” He’s calmer, but his voice

He flicks his eyes at me, and I spin away, hating that

that. You don’t need anyone …

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