(Serena)James stands in the doorway of my bathroom.His expression is a knot of worry and frustration, dark eyes fixed on me with too much intensity as I rinse my mouth and steady myself against the counter.“I’m fine. It’s probably a virus. I’m not pregnant, you know that.”“Serena,” he says quietly, “that wasn’t normal.”“It was probably low blood pressure,” I reply, keeping my tone as even as I can manage. “Or stress. It happens.”He steps closer but stops, hands flexing at his sides. “You’re sure?”“Yes. You can leave now.”“I’m happy to stay a little longer.”“And thank you for that,” I reply, steady but firm. “But actually, I need space.”His expression twists. “From me.”“Yes. From you.”He stares at me, searching my face for something I’m not going to give him.“You’re pushing me out again,” he says.“I’m not. There’s nothing to push you out from. James, we aren’t anything.”He goes still. “Okay.”“We’re exes. We aren’t besties. Thanks for being here but I can run my own life
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