“Yeah. I quit,” he said, coldly, and in a kind of daze, as if the awful truth had just finally dawned on him. He understood the man he’d become and he didn’t like it. The transformation away from that man felt complete; there was no ache for confrontation in his bones anymore. And no anger, which was very strange. What he truly needed from Dana he wasn’t getting, and it was time to stop their vicious game. That he knew for sure.
“What do you mean, you quit? You love the fireworks, you love this raw, nasty struggle between us. I love it too. Why do you back down now?” She looked livid, anxious, scared and still nearly in tears.
He replied, speaking quietly, “I don’t love the fireworks, Dana. I don’t love the raw, nasty struggle. I don’t think you know what I want, probably because you hav
