Devin’s in bed, I’m hiding in the bathroom
Aiden: why… are you hiding?
That was an excellent question. What did I thinkhidingwould accomplish, other than delaying the inevitable? Sooner or later, I’d have to sleep, too.
There wasn’t even a couch to sleep on in this tiny cabin. There’d never been an opportunitynotto sleep in the bed. With Devin.
I’d walked into this blind because like Aiden kept saying, I would’ve done anything for Devin.
Even suffered through sleeping six inches away from him. And Iwould, I’d go out there any second, I just… needed to brace myself.
Fear
Aiden: of *Devin*?
You know what I mean, don’t be an ass
I wasn’t sure this was helping as much as I’d imagined it was going to. Aiden thought I was being ridiculous, that I could’ve asked Devin on a dateany timeand he would have jumped at the chance, but I knew better.
I wasboring. Hell, I was anerd, sometimes I recited poetry spontaneously and I’d just proved I could do it on command, too. I liked flowers and rainy afternoons by the window with a book and a cup of tea.
Devin liked white-water rapids, toasting marshmallows by the fire, and jumping off bridges with a glorified elastic band tied to his ankles.
He wouldn’t want the things I wanted. Quiet cuddles in the afternoon, long walks on relatively flat ground, lazy Sunday mornings in bed.
Aiden: the way I see it, you can do one of two things
One of two things?
Go on
Aiden: well, either you can assume that he’s actually sorry for kissing you, accept the apology, and not be weird about it
Aiden: or you can finally make a move and stop being weird about *that*
I swallowed.
Neither of those choices sounded good.
But Aiden was right, thoseweremy options.
A knock on the bathroom door made me jump, phone almost slipping out of my hand. It’d been soquiet.
“Morgan?” Devin asked, voice sleepy. “Are you okay?”
Dammit. I’d been hiding in here so long I’d gone and worried Devin, the last thing I wanted to do.
“I’m fine,” I called back. “Gimme one second.”
Thanks
I wasn’t sure whether I meant that sarcastically or not. I hadn’t decided yet.
Aiden would read it whatever way he wanted to, and that was fine—Aidengotme. It would’ve been so, so much easier to have a crush onhim.
But no. I had to have a relentless crush on Devin. A crush that was making me hide out in a bathroom that wasn’t much bigger thanIwas.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket, ran my fingers over my scalp, took a deep breath, and ducked out of the bathroom to find Devin hovering by the door.
