Chapter 16

“Maybe when you take Sarah home, I can get a shower and freshen up here?” I can’t bring myself to look at him, my insides turning to jelly. “I’ll need to get her up soon anyway because she’s working today.” I sound feeble and unsure of myself, part of me wondering if he’ll even want me to stay or if he’ll just send me home.

“I’d love nothing more than to have you stay if you’re sure?” the tiny hint of hope in his voice is obvious, and it hurts more than I can bear. Not in a bad way but in an ‘I’m so royally broken-hearted over you, yet you still give me tingles’

kind of way. We glance at one other and quickly look away, awkward and emotional, unable to stand the gaze of one another’s eyes for more than seconds.

Okay, now I get why he won’t look at me for long. This shit hurts.

“You don’t need to get me up. I’m up.” Sarah’s hoarse and grumpy voice echoes our way from the bedroom door; we turn in surprise to see the disheveled mess slumped

there. H