“Tell me what to do to fix this, Abbi, so you don’t....” His words stop as he clenches his jaw. “Don’t what?” It’s a moment before he answers. “So you don’t decide this isn’t worth it anymore.” “What are you talking about?” I attempt to sit up, but the pain in my hip and shoulder from where I hit the hardwood floor when Scott took me down is too much, and I finally give up on that idea. “What isn’t worth it?” “This.” He gestures between us.
