“You grew up there … Don’t you miss it?” he’s still eating and trying to come across as non-intrusive, but I’m not fooled. Jake is one of the most intrusive people I’ve ever known; he has a severe craving to pry into my life every day and he is as subtle as a bull.
“No,” I snap. Finally letting the irritation rule and losing my cool with him properly.
“Did you leave for a reason, and that’s why you get so pissed about this?” My eyes flash up as though he’s struck me, but I quickly look back down. I won’t have this conversation; he needs to leave it alone and know when he’s crossing the line—again. I’m tired of this.
“Drop it,” I say quietly, the rush of emotion running through me, dampening all of the happy I had on arriving here. It’s not a good feeling.
“You never talk about you, Emm
