“You can have whoever you want,” I whispered. “Can I really? Do you have whoever you want?” He narrowed his eyes at me in challenge. I met him head-on. “Not that it matters to you, but yes, I do.” I was standing up to him, and we both knew it. One of us needed to draw the line in the sand after all these years. “I’m sure you do.” He clenched his jaw. “But when I’m with someone else, I still picture you…and I’m sick of it.”
