“I can’t do this anymore.”
When Bree softly spoke what was pretty much a catchphrase for her at this point, Jake didn’t think too much of it. She’d ignore him for a couple of days and then they’d be back at it like the rabbits they were. So he continued to pull his shirt back over his head and grab his wallet and keys before heading to the window to make his escape before the sun rose.
“Jake,” As he stood at the window, he turned and looked at her, ready to face whatever dramatics she was about to throw his way. When he saw her face, however, Jake froze. Whoever was standing in that room with him, it wasn’t the same Bree he’d known and grown up with. This Bree was closed off and it was scary how blank her face was even with tears brimming in her eyes. That was another thing that set him off. Bree never cried. Not in front of him, at least. “I mean it.”
“You can’t do this,” He gestured between them. “Anymore?” Bree nodded, casting her eyes downward as the atmosphere grew thick with tension. What did she mean she couldn’t do this? The two of them had been her idea in the first place and now she was cutting it all off? He wanted answers but his pride wouldn’t let him sit there and beg. “Fine. Whatever.” Without wasting any time, Jake climbed out of the window and left.