Chapter 31

What did he have to do to make her go back to the way she used to be? Damn it, maybe he shouldn't have cared how she felt at all. "Fine, don't wash then! Just stop crying!" he snapped, clearly annoyed. Despite the soap still on his hands and his soaked clothes, he flung the bathroom door open and stormed out. Was he mad now? That only made her angrier... and more upset. Deep down, she knew he'd begun to feel something for her-some tenderness maybe. But was that really affection? Maybe even love? She didn't dare think too hard about it. She couldn't. Two years of tangled nights, everything she'd done for him... it wasn't possible that there was nothing between them. She'd tiptoed around, hoping someday he'd love her, that they'd somehow end up married. She'd pretended for so long that she loved him, how could she not feel disappointed or hurt when he lashed out? She yanked down the showerhead and blasted herself with cold water, trying to shut down the thoughts. What did it matter anywa