“Don’t fucking lie to us both,” he bites out, batting my words away. “Easton, even if we could act on this, we live worlds apart.” “Not anymore,” he declares vehemently. The truth of his statement hits hard. He believes what he’s saying, and I can’t, at all, afford to. Get the fuck out of here, Natalie! “We have to be sensible—” “Being sensible isn’t what got you here,” he murmurs. “I wasn’t expecting—” “Me neither,” he fires back, “but I refuse to fucking deny whatever is happening here. You know I won’t.”
