Reflected in You(42)

Doubled over, he fell away from me.


I rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud.


Scrambling to my feet, I threw myself toward the door to the hallway.


"Eva!" he gasped, awake and aware of what he'd almost done to me in his sleep.


"God.


Eva.


Wait!" I bolted out the door and ran into the living room.


Finding a darkened corner, I curled into a ball and struggled to breathe, my sobs echoing through the apartment.


I pressed my lips to my knee when the light came on in my bedroom and didn't move or make a sound when Gideon stepped into the living room an eternity later.


"Eva? Jesus.


Are you okay? Did I .


hurt you?" Atypical sexual parasomnia was what Dr.


Petersen called it, a manifestation of Gideon's deep psychological trauma.


I called it hell.


And we were both trapped in it.


His body language broke my heart.


His normally proud bearing was weighted with defeat, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed.


He was dressed and carrying his overnight bag.


He stopped by the breakfast bar.


I opened my mouth to speak; then I heard a metallic clink against the stone countertop.


I'd stopped him the last time; I'd made him stay.


This time, I didn't have it in me.


This time, I wanted him to go.


The barely audible latching of the front door lock reverberated through me.


Something inside me died.


Panic welled.


I missed him the moment he was gone.


I didn't want him to stay.


I didn't want him to go.


I don't know how long I sat there in the corner before I found the strength to stand and move to the couch.


I vaguely registered that dawn was lighting the night sky when I heard the distant sound of Cary's cell phone ringing.


Shortly after that, he came running into the living room.


"Eva!" He was on me in a minute, crouching in front of me with his hands on my knees.


"How far did he go?" I blinked down at him.


"What?" "Cross called.


Said he'd had another nightmare."


"Nothing happened."


I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek.


"You look like something happened.


You look ."


I caught his wrists when he surged to his feet with a curse.


"I'm okay."


"Shit, Eva.


I've never seen you look like this.


I can't stand it."


He took a seat beside me and pulled me into his shoulder.


"Enough is enough.


Cut him off."


"I can't make that decision now."


"What are you waiting for?" He forced me back to glare at me.


"You're going to wait too long and then this won't be just another bad relationship, it'll be one that permanently f*cks you up."


"If I give up on him, he'll have no one.


I can't - " "That's not your problem.


Eva .


Goddamn it.


It's not your responsibility to save him."


"It's -  You don't understand."


I wrapped my arms around him.


Burying my face in his shoulder, I cried.


"He's saving me."


* * *


I threw up when I found Gideon's key to my apartment lying on the breakfast bar.


I barely made it to the sink.


When my stomach was empty, I was left with pain so agonizing it was crippling.


I clung to the edge of the counter, gasping and sweating, crying so hard I wondered how I'd make it through another five minutes, let alone the rest of the day.


The rest of my life.


The last time Gideon had returned my keys to me, we'd broken up for four days.


It was impossible not to think that repeating the gesture signified a more permanent break.


What had I done? Why hadn't I stopped him? Talked to him? Made him stay? My smartphone signaled an incoming text.


I stumbled to my purse and dug it out, praying it was Gideon.


He'd talked to Cary three times already, but he'd yet to contact me.


When I saw his name on the screen, a sweet, sharp ache pierced my chest.


I'm working from home today, his message read.


Angus will be waiting out front to give you a ride to work.


My stomach cramped again with dread.


It had been a tremendously difficult week for both of us.


I could understand why he'd just given up.


But that understanding was wrapped in a gut-gnawing fear so cold and insidious that goose bumps swept up my arms.


My fingers shook as I texted him back: Will I see you tonight? There was a long pause, long enough that I was about to demand a yes or no answer when he sent: Don't count on it.