“Right. I can’t keep doing this with you—this back-and-forth, hot and cold. And Eli might not be who I want, but he’s the safe choice.” I stepped toward her, not stopping until she was sandwiched between me and the bathroom door, focused on the single part of her sentence that made my chest tighten. “Who do you want?” “You don’t have the right to ask me that.” She darted her gaze over my face, assessing me more intently than I was comfortable with. “And I don’t think you’re ready for the answer anyway.”
