I draw back, blinking.
Tyler stands and walks to the other side of his room. He sets his mug on the dresser, keeping his back to me. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in love with you, Alex?”
“No.”
“Years.” Tyler turns to face me, bracketing his hands on the edge of his dresser. “And I always thought it was one-sided, even after you first kissed me a few months ago. Even after we started secretly fucking around. I thought you were just in it for the fun. I was sure of it. Then you suggested we stop, and even though I’d prepared myself for that moment, I was still far from ready for the actuality of it. I didn’t care about Mom and Ben. You did. And you made it perfectly clear you didn’t want them to know and that we had to end it.”
He’s right.
I stand and close the distance between us. I set my coffee mug on the dresser behind him. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Tyler crosses his arms over his chest. “So should we just tell them?”
I scrunch my face.
“Forget it. I need to get ready for class.” Ty shoves me out of the way and heads toward the bathroom.
I rub my hand over my face. Apparently I fucked up again.
