IAN’s POV :
Fucking bullshit!
I got in a car as fast as I could and drove until the bridge when I stopped myself. She didn’t want me to come. She wanted some space. Punching the steering wheel in anger, I turned the car around and drove back.
We are ninety miles apart. How much more space does she want?
I didn’t understand this at all. She chose to talk about big life decisions with that Tristan guy over me, her own fiancée. What the hell?
“I didn’t wanna tell you until I’m ready because I know you’re gonna make my decisions for me,”
Her words were stinging in my ear. What did that even mean? Was she saying that I was controlling?
I tried to call her again, but her phone was off. And even if she picked up the phone, I didn’t know what I would say to her. She as
