“Stop,” I say, but his mouth swallows the sound. He’s crushing me, sucking all the oxygen out of my body. I push against him, harder this time, locking my elbows. “Stop it.” He listens. He stops. But when he sits back on his side of the sofa, he has a look on his face I’ve never seen before. Alex is angry. “I don’t—” I curl in on myself, my knees against my chest. “Why would you— What about your wife?” “I thought we understood each other, Carly.” He shakes his head, like I’m a misbehaving child. “I thought you were more mature than this.”
