Craig's fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel as the road stretched out before him, quiet except for the steady flow of his thoughts.
Her words lingered in his mind, sharp and clear.
'You don't have to explain yourself to me. I already know who you are.'
He didn't know what she meant exactly, but it hit him somewhere he hadn't armored. Not like a knife, no. More like a quiet verdict.
Like she had taken one long, hard look at him and decided he was already a lost cause.
He clenched his jaw, swerved slightly to avoid a pothole, then gripped the wheel tighter.
What did she think she saw? Some arrogant Lesnar? A spoiled, selfish guy who didn't give a damn about anyone else? Was that all he was to her now?
He hated how much it mattered, how her words stayed with him longer than they should've.
But if he was being honest, he'd known this was coming. That moment by the pool…
He knew exactly what he was doing when he said what he said. The words were meant to push her away.
