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Cass turns my way. “Oh, yeah? So you can leave the dishes for me in the sink?”

“No! I’ll clean them.” How did we even get here?

“You always say that, but then you leave them.”

“Because they need to soak…”

His nostrils flare. “And then I have to clean the filthy cold shit out of the pots. Just last week it took me fifteen minutes and baking soda to scrub the pot, or we’d have to buy a new one. I got that pot from my mom, and you don’t give a shit!”

This isn’t about the dishes.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter as my shoulders sag.

“Good. So never use it again.” Cass’s cheeks are flushed and he shakes his head.

“But… It’s the biggest one. Just for popcorn?”

He slams his hand against the wall. “Not even for popcorn!”

“Just on Tuesdays.” Our movie nights.

“Not even on Tuesdays.”

I suck my bottom lip, guilty as fuck.

“What about tonight…? Are we still on for watching—”

Cass glares at me as if he wants to set me on fire. “No.”

With that, he goes into his room and slams the door.

Chapter 18

I fucked up.

I fucked so bad I couldn’t even bring myself to ask Aaron for advice. He told me this wouldn’t end well, and maybe I should have listened. Maybe I should have fucking listened to someone who had experience being gay instead of charging in with the first solution that came to my mind.

A part of me remembers that moment Cassian looked my way, agreeing we should talk. How did I fuck this up? In that moment, did he want to discuss the amazing blowjob he gave me the night before? He probably did, but I missed the cue.

Cass has barely left his room since yesterday, and I didn’t see him in the morning. I did make him waffles and left them in the kitchen, but it’s not the same as eating them with him. I spend my time in classes restless and annoyed that I have to attend them while my life is a trash fire.

How am I to retain information on national park walking routes when all I can think of is that I might never visit them with Cassian? And to make matters worse, I don’t know whether he met up with Logan last night, so jealousy is eating me up from the inside. I take my situation apart bit by bit, but every time I put it back together, it makes a different picture.

Maybe I should talk to someone after all?

No. Getting opinions from people who weren’t there to see the situation with Cassian unfold and lack the context for how it developed would only confuse me.

What I did made perfect sense to me. If Cassian disagrees, he should tell me what was on his mind, so I can understand why he got angrier at me than his lying cheatbag of a boyfriend!

Of course, my car has to malfunction on the way back from campus and I spend far too much time working out what’s wrong. I arrive home after a bit of help from a good Samaritan who knew his way around cars.

Today, the apartment is not silent, and going by Cass’s raised voice, he and Logan won’t be going for a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant any time soon. Logan’s brown leather jacket hangs off a hook, signifying his presence, so I tiptoe to my room. I can’t even check if Cass ate my waffles in the morning, because the atmosphere in the apartment is dense with anger.

“I don’t owe you every single bit of information about my past,” Logan says from behind Cass’s door in a voice loud enough for me to hear him clearly.

My blood boils.

How dare he? Isn’t honesty one of the major pillars of every good relationship?