“Fine, Frankie,” I say, my voice slow and angry. As the words start to spill from me, I wonder where the hell the hesitant girl from this morning went – the one who was too scared to come out of the bedroom without Lucy teasing me into it. “Even if you’re set on just brushing this under the rug, I am not so much of a coward.”
“Say it, then,” he snaps, shaking me a little. “Do it.”
I narrow my eyes, taking his bait. “What, Frank? Do you want me to admit it? That I liked you? That I found you funny, and charming, and I loved being with you, and I trusted you – and –“
My voice gets a little choked now as the truth starts to spill from me like water over rocks, taking my anger with me as it flows.
“And that you always had my back, and I loved that? Loved that I could turn around, and alw
