“How much did it hurt?” he suddenly asks. “Did what hurt?” “Watching her with other guys.” I choke at the flood of memories. “It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire.” His lips almost rise in a fraction of a fucking smile. “Same.” He takes a few deep breaths before he adds, “I need some time. But I’m not going to hit you again. So revel in that.”
