He dropped his head back. “One step forward, two steps back.”
“Jeez, Ivan!” I stood and walked to the window. “We’ve been dating for, like, ten days.”
“And fucking for weeks.”
I closed my eyes briefly. “Apparently fucking and dating are one and the same for you.”
“They are where you’re concerned.”
Because our relationship was primarily sex, I wanted to say. Because it followed your addiction with barely any regard for my own.
“I’m not having this conversation. I’m not going to argue about this. It’s ridiculous.” I walked into his room and stuffed my feet into my boots. I grabbed my purse and headed towards the door.
“What is it with you and running away?”
“I’m not running away. I’m walking away from a situation