DAHLIA 

I folded my arms, ready to be stubborn about it. “Because I do not want it. I’m good on my own!”

“Really? Is that really that answer you want to give me or…” He left it that, expecting me to fill the rest in.

But I frowned instead. “Or what?”

“You have something else clenching your gut inside?” He uttered, a little more angry than he already was. 

“Are you hoping something is?” I threw back.

His smirk came and gone. So fast. “You are just so unbelievable, Dahlia. But fine, it’s fine. You don’t want the opportunity, good. There are lots of people out there who would do...