R O M A N
Dinner was painful to say the least. I’d invited Cait earlier so that we could spend time getting to know each other. I’d intended to cook spaghetti—the only meal I knew I wouldn’t screw up—and take her to my cabin.
Sure, it might have been awkward at first, but I didn’t see how we were supposed to get to know each other otherwise. Then, Embry stuck her tail where it didn’t belong and I began to rethink my leniency toward her.
Embry got my mother involved.
Before I knew it, the dinner I’d planned was canceled and turned into a small gathering. One that, according to the others involved, would make Cait feel more comfortable.
Except that wasn’t what happened. Instead, I’d learned that my presence made her feel worse rather than better. A fact that infuriated me to no end.
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