I lean away from him, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. “I need some time to think, Paul.” His eyebrows dip down. “Think about what?” “About what I’m going to do.” “You need to think about whether or not you want to be with me?” He scoffs, shaking his head. “How can you say you love me but not know if you want to be with me?” I rise from the couch and look down at him. “The same way you can tell me you love me and hit me.”
