Stress ball

**Emily’s POV**

“Mark me, Alexander,” I said again, thinking he probably didn’t hear me the first time.

“No Emily, I can’t.” He said, rolling off me.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

“What do you mean by you can’t?” I asked.

My brows furrowed as I watched him slip into his clothes.

One minute he was thrusting into me, the next minute he didn't want to make me.

Or he couldn't. Whatever it was, I did not understand what was going on.

“Because I just can’t!” He exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air.

He had worn his clothes, it was even faster than I could imagine. The more I stared at the worried expression on his face, the more confused I was.

“And you’re not going to try to tell me why?” My voice broke.

“Like I have to explain my actions to you.” He snapped, throwing a dirty look my way.

I wasn’t sure if it was his reply or the look in his eyes that made me feel this way, but I was furious.

“Wait, is this what I’ve suddenly become?” I asked, tears beginning to well in my eyes.

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