Chapter 345
Elliot
I don't know where to start.
I take a deep breath. The air in the small office is thick, close. I can smell her—clean and dark and electric. It makes my head spin.
"I like you." The words come out before I can stop them. "I really like you. I'm in love with you."
She looks at me. Expressionless. The way you'd look at a stranger asking for directions.
"I'm sure you're not short of Alphas," she says.
"But I love you."
She doesn't move. Doesn't blink. "I've said this before. I don't like you."
The words should hurt. They do hurt. But I've been rejected before. I know how to push through it.
"That's okay." I lean forward, let my voice go soft, hopeful. "I'm sure you can come to like me. I don't mind waiting."
She watches me in silence.
"I can make you very happy." I'm talking faster now, the words tumbling out. "I can cook, and clean, and I'm—"
"Elliot." Her voice cuts through mine, sharp and final. "Stop. I will never feel that way about you."
