“We are good together. Tell me, are you so eager to throw that away, too?” Hurt flashed across her face and he almost took the words back. Instead, he fell silent and let her think about what walking out meant. It meant no more bowling or afternoons on Bond Street. It meant no more kisses or carriage rides. It meant no more laughing or fucking or just breathing together. And if she took all that away, he’d never be the same.
