Page 222 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
She zipped up her bag and went to the bathroom, grabbing her cosmetics. “You know exactly what it means. How can a man just quit having sex with his girlfriend cold turkey after the amount of times we were doing it? You can’t. So you had to be getting it somewhere.” She shoved her toiletries in her bag and then spun around to look at me, hand on hip. “So, what is it?”
“What is what?”
“Are you having an affair with someone or are you addicted to porn and would rather pump your own penis than be with me? Those are the only two things I can think of that would prevent you from . . .” She paused as an idea hit her. Her lips trembled and more tears fell from her eyes. “Oh, my God.”
This was a clusterfuck. I was mad, she was mad; I was insulted . . . clearly, she was insulted for some reason. How she could still think she wasn’t my entire world? It was beyond me.
“What are you thinking now?” I was annoyed. I wasn’t sweet, and I wasn’t kind. Everything coming out of my mouth was completely wrong, but I couldn’t stop it.
“You’ve noticed, haven’t you?”
“Noticed what?”
“Oh, don’t you dare pretend.” With a hefty hoist, she picked up her bag and headed for the front door.
“Noticed what?” I repeated myself.
The entryway was still dark, so I was almost unable to see her put on her Uggs and grab her purse and keys.
“Rosie, stop. Tell me what the hell is going on. I’m so confused right now. Why can’t we just sit and watch a movie together? Not everything is about sex.”
“I know that, Henry, but sex is a big part. If you don’t desire me, then we are just glorified roommates, and honestly, I could go and live with Delaney if I wanted that. I’m sure she would spoon me when I needed it. What I want is a man who wants me, not one who judges me for putting on some weight.”
Emotionally slapped across the face, I stood there, shocked. “Are you fucking crazy? Do I not tell you every day how beautiful you are? How much I love you?”
“Words are just that, Henry. They are words; they mean nothing. It’s your actions that tell me everything. And you haven’t touched me for weeks. Weeks, Henry. Those actions tell meeverything.Don’t follow me.”
“Rosie, you can’t just run away from the problem.”
She opened the door and turned around to face me one last time.
“I’m not running, Henry. I’m finally giving you the out you wanted. This relationship was too fast and too sudden for someone like you. I see that now. I hope you had your fun at least, got what you were looking for.”
With that she left me.
My mind completely blank, and my heart was shattered on the floor.What the fuck just happened?
* * *
“Hello?”
“Derk, it’s Henry.”
“She’s here,” Derk said, not even having to hear me ask the question. “Delaney is passed out, so she went straight to bed. I take it you didn’t propose.”
“Not so much,” I sighed and slouched on the couch, Sir Licks-a-Lot at my feet. I ran my hand over my face, not sure where to go from here. “I don’t even know what happened. I wanted to have a simple night with her, but she wanted more than that. Something about sniffing her underwear . . .”
“Fifty Shades of Grey. Nice.”
“I didn’t do it,” I said. “I’m not the kind of guy who can stand there, sniff a pair of panties and pull it off. I’m not alpha enough, even though I like to think I am at times.”
“You didn’t sniff the underwear?”
“No, I didn’t sniff the underwear.”
“Dude, you should have sniffed the underwear.”
What was with people?
