“You told me, baby.”
"At first, I made excuses for him. I told myself he was under enormous pressure, that the MC was broke, unstable, and on the brink of falling apart, and that his mind was just elsewhere. I thought it was temporary. I thought if I was patient, things would change."
I pause, swallowing down the sour, humiliating taste of those early months.
"A few weeks in, I tried to initiate," I say, the memory burning my cheeks with old shame. "I brought him a drink, sat on his lap, and tried to kiss him. He pushed me off him so fast I nearly fell off the sofa.”
“Oh, my God.”
“He looked at me with pure disgust and told me I was too fat for him to even look at, let alone touch. He said no man would want a woman who looked like me."
Locke’s body goes rigid beneath me, his chest hi
