Leaning in, he wraps his hand around my arm before catching himself and letting go. “You ruined me, Eden. You’ve made it impossible to move on, and I asked you to tell me to stay gone, and you wouldn’t. So then you gave me hope, and that was unfair.” “Clay, I’m not responsible for—” “And after all of that, I helped you,” he says. He’s staring point-blank into my eyes, and my argument slips from my lips. “So now you owe me.”
