Puck Me Hard
that would explain why he'd wanted me here.
"This isn't working." the bomb he dropped suddenly broke me out of my thoughts.
A strange roaring filled my ears and my stomach lurched, nausea twisting in my gut so violently that for a second, I thought I was actually going to be sick.
I tried to breathe and make sense of what he's saying, but nothing made fucking sense.
"Are you..." my own voice cracked as I tried to speak. So I swallowed hard and forced the words out, hating so much how they sounded, the way they hurt as I forced them through clogged throat. "Are you...breaking up with me?"