I Lost 90 Pounds, Only To Find He Tried To Give Me Away Chapter 13

I Lost 90 Pounds, Only To Find He Tried To Give Me Away Chapter 13

Something was wrong with Theo.

He’d barely looked at me all day.

This wasn’t like him. Usually he couldn’t stand being more than two feet away from me.

I finally confronted him.

“Are you seeing someone else?”

“If you want out, just say it. I’m not going to beg.”

He stared at me. His jaw was tight.

“I knew it. You don’t even care, do you?”

Before I could respond, he pulled me into the shadow of the oak tree beside us.

His scent hit me, clean and familiar, but something about him felt different. Heavier.

He backed me against the trunk, planting a hand against the bark beside my head, and looked down at me.

Streetlight filtered through the leaves, casting fragments of light across his face. His brown eyes looked

almost black.

“That night. I saw everything.”

His voice was low. Rougher than I’d ever heard it.

“He came to find you again.”

I started to explain, but he didn’t let me.

“Tessa, I heard what he said.” His throat worked. He swallowed hard.

“Nolan’s the one who sold you the account. Isn’t he?”

I froze.

Of course. He’d missed the part that mattered and heard everything that didn’t.

“So who do you actually like?”

There was a stubborn edge to his voice I’d never heard before.

His eyes, the ones that were always smiling, had nothing warm in them now.

“Is it Nolan, the one you spent a year with online, or…”

He paused. His voice dropped.

“Are you with me because of me? Or because of him?”

He pressed his mouth shut and turned his face away.

The hand beside my head clenched. His knuckles went white.

Waiting for my answer. Terrified of what it might be.

“Theo.”

He didn’t look at me.

“Theo. Look at me.”

He didn’t move.

I grabbed the front of his hoodie and yanked him down. Hard. His face dropped to inches from mine.

I pushed up on my toes and went for it.

But he was too tall.

If he didn’t meet me halfway, I couldn’t even reach.

My lips grazed his chin. I didn’t even come close to his mouth.

And he wasn’t helping.

Heat flooded my face.

He looked down at me. His lips were already twitching, but he stubbornly refused to lean down.

He just stood there, perfectly still, watching me strain on my tiptoes like an idiot.

“You…”

I smacked his chest, mortified.

“Fine! Forget it then!”

He grunted from the hit, then started laughing, a quiet, rumbling sound I could feel through his chest.

“What are you laughing at!”

I spun to leave. His arm caught my waist.

He pulled me back and bent down until his face was right in front of mine.

“You’re mad already?”

He was barely holding back a laugh. His nose brushed mine. I could feel his breath on my lips.

“I did want to kiss you,” I muttered. “I really, really did.”

“But now I don’t want to anymore…”

He kissed me before I could finish.

It wasn’t gentle. There was something almost desperate in it, like he was trying to press every ounce of

doubt out of himself and into me.

He tasted like mint, with something clean underneath, like rain and cedar.

Nothing about this was soft. It was urgent, deep, and his arms kept pulling me closer.

He didn’t pull back until I was gasping.

“So.” His voice was hoarse. “Who do you like?”

I looked into his eyes, still so close I could see the flush at the edges.

“It’s you.”

I took his face in my hands.

“It’s always been you, Theo.”