I rub my fingers over my puffy eyes. “How about we just pretend nothing happened?”

“Oh, I can’t do that,” he says, pulling me against him. “But at least tell me why you’re crying.”

“Because everything’s ruined.”

“Wasn’t it already?”

“No, it was far from ruined.”

He doesn’t have a clue what I’m talking about and I’m glad. “You know, I still haven’t gotten over how you talked to me before you left.”

“You deserved it,” I mutter and he squeezes my arm hard.

“And you never gave me back that stash,” he says in a firm voice. “So unless you still have it, you owe me. Big time.”

“It’s gone,” I say flatly. “I gave it away.”

He shakes his head and presses my head so tightly against his chest it hurts my neck. “See that’s the thing about you, Violet. You never think about the future.”

“That’s because I’m stuck in the past.”

“I know, and you need to stop thinking about the past and start thinking about moving forward, starting with how you’re going to pay me back.” He starts massaging my shoulder with his fingertips roughly as his other hand drifts up my thigh.

My initial reaction is to hit him, but lifting my fist up seems too complicated at the moment. Everything does and it just seems like it’d be easier to give in to him than fight back.

I stare at a spot on the floor, focusing on it instead of anything else. “Take whatever you want,” I whisper. “Nothing I have left in me is worth anything anyway.”