Naomi wrinkled her nose.
“Nah. Fuck that place. I don’t want to live somewhere that has anything to do with that asshole. Not after what he did to Cal.”
I beamed, the anxiety that had been building in my chest at the thought of Cal moving out quickly disappearing.
“Besides, I’ll be heading off to school soon anyway, so I won’t be in your hair for long!”
Feeling giddy that Naomi was on board, I glanced at Cal, who was plating my omelet with a frown on his face.
“Cal?” I asked, confused as to why he seemed upset. He stalked over to me and dropped the plate in front of me, shrugging.
“Sure.”
The anxiety was back.
What the fuck? Did he not want to stay here?
He wanted to go back to the townhouse?
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, but he avoided my gaze.
“Nothing.”
That felt like a lie. I watched him head back to start cleaning up the shitstorm he had left in his wake while making me my breakfast, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.
Looking around the table, Cal wasn’t the only one who seemed to be upset. Vox and Theo both had equally sour expressions on their faces.
Forcing myself to take a bite of my omelet, I wondered what the hell it was I was missing.
I bit my lip while watching Cal clean a frying pan more aggressively than necessary.
What was I supposed to do?
I’d asked him what was wrong, and he said nothing… but clearly something was wrong…
Did I ask again?
Or give him space?
Fuck.
This relationship thing washard.
Ryan took over doing the dishes, which was fucking annoying. I told him I had it under control, but he winced and wrung his hands together, mumbling about how he would ‘prefer to do them.’
Guess I couldn’t even fucking do the dishes right.
“Fine,” I snapped, ripping the dish towel off my shoulder and tossing it on the counter. I turned to leave when Ryan wrapped a hand around my bicep to stop me.
No matter how fucked up I was feeling, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from him. This man had a fucking chokehold on me.
“What?” I asked, a little more curtly than I intended.
He was looking up at me with that adorably innocent little frown he sometimes got when he was anxious.
“Are you sure everything is ok?”
No.
