Sasha opened her mouth, closed it. “You want something you can’t have.” The words poured from her lips in thought and disbelief, like she didn’t believe I couldn’t have whatever I wanted. Her and me both. I rolled the agitation off my shoulders. “I wanted something I could have.” “Interesting use of past tense. Maybe you don’t want it because you’ve always known you could never obtain it.” I let out a sardonic breath, hating that Sasha was fucking right.
