Page 167 of Playing Dirty
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Then:
“Because of everything.”
That was vague.
But not empty.
I understood it anyway.
Rowan
The air felt different now.
Not tense in the way it had been earlier.
Something slower.
More constant.
Like neither of us had fully settled into pretending anymore.
I leaned lightly against the desk.
Not sitting.
Not standing fully.
In between.
“You make everything sound like it has to be controlled,” I said.
“It does.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
“It is.”
That was the first time he didn’t soften it.
Just admitted it.
Clean.
No escape.
I looked at him properly now.
“You ever think about stopping?”
“No.”
Immediate.
Honest.
Then, after a beat:
“Not really an option.”
