“Today has been a crazy day.” He sighs, lying down. He looks over at me with a smile, but it drops when he sees the look I’m giving him. “What’s wrong?”
“What's wrong? Why the hell are you over there?”
“What do you mean?”
Pulling back the blankets, I pat the bed. “We’re not roommates anymore, Easton.”
He tosses his head back and laughs, a pure, joyful chuckle making my heart nearly burst. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that sound.
“You’re fucking adorable. Looks like someone's an attention whore.” He gets off his bed and crawls into mine.
“Oh, I can be a whore however you want me to be.” I grin.
He smiles, and god that smile is perfect. “Such a dirty boy.” He leans in and cradles the back of my head.
“Only for you,” I whisper before he kisses me.
We cuddle and talk for hours about all the things we used to get up to. I don’t think I’ve laughed and smiled so much in my life. It’s perfect. Everything I could ask for and more.
And then, like a dream turned reality, we fall asleep tangled up in each other's arms.
I can’t help but feel like a shitty person for what I’m about to do. I never promised Roland more than what I could give him. But I do see how with all the time we’ve been spending together and us hooking up, that he might have caught feelings and now wants something more.
When I started seeing him outside of just friendly hangouts, that was what I was hoping for. My intentions were to see if this could lead to something more. I was in it for the long run.
I was just kidding myself, because no matter how sweet Roland is or how good of a boyfriend he could be, he’s not who I want.
“Hey.” Roland smiles when I walk into the coffee shop.
“Hey.” I do my best to give him a smile, but I must not be very good at it, because he can tell right away something's up.
“Let me guess. You’re here to let me down nicely?” He chuckles as I pull the chair out to sit down.
Fuck. Is it that obvious?
“How’s the leg?” I ask, trying to deflect. Coward!
“It’s healing. A bitch. But my parents were helpful for the first bit. Now, stop avoiding the question.” He seems to be in good spirits about it. Maybe he won’t hate me?
I blow out a breath. “Please, don’t hate me.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “I don’t hate you. I kind of assumed with the lack of texting and avoiding me that things between us weren't going to work out.”
“I’m sorry.” My stomach twists. “You’re a good guy, and you deserve someone who will give you the world.”
“But that's not gonna be you?” He nods his head.
“No.” My shoulders slump.
“He’s one lucky man, I hope he knows that.”
“Huh?” My brows furrow.
He gives me a knowing look. “I’m not stupid, Bennett. I know there’s someone else.”
“There’s no one else,” I lie.
“I’m not going to say anything. I just hope he doesn’t hurt you. You know, with the whole girlfriend thing.”
