Something was wrong.
I rolled on the bed and realized that James’ side was unoccupied. He woke up before I did? There were times that happened but they were always rare. I opened my eyes, there wasn’t even a pillow on his side. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.
And then last night hit me like a dodgeball.
His mood.
Everything Will said to me, to us.
His siblings rooting for me for him.
Him being an ass to them.
And me telling him I didn’t want him to sleep with me.
I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair, headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and urinate, and then opened the room. He was sitting on the couch. I was expecting to see him asleep. When he heard the door open, he turned to look at me. Our eyes met. His was filled with sorrow and regret and I didn’t know what
